My Sister Lena
MY SISTER LENA
Cold Don water floods my mouth
And people laugh oblivious.
My young life is lost,
But as cold arms clutch me,
My sweet finder-sister
Challenges the flow – Lena.
The nightmare’s black fingers choke
Me, alone in the terrifying dacha,
Stars calmly unblinking at my panic.
My ordeal ends in your arms,
My sister - pulling at my frock, my hand :
Lena pulling me from the black depth,
Out of the cold, my soul saviour.
Lena flows on forever - *
Siberian life-mother -
Nothing is really gone.
Oh! Do not leave without me:
Let our lives flow together
Wherever they may.
*~~~~~~The River Lena is one of the longest in Siberia
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