К тебе А сердце вновь заходится, хочу я...

To you

And the heart sets again, whether I want it or not,
Looking at a photo of bygone years.
A slight smile will slip through like a shadow
As if we were together not a year ago, but a day.
And the poems of tender phrases come back ...
Something fell into the right eye, or maybe into the left eye ...
Now...
I will take a breath.
Brush away a tear.
And I will take my eyes.
I count how many days, hours, minutes, seconds in a year.

And again I look at the photo, like a priestess at the sun ...
Why are there only two minutes ... Once a year was not enough!