Letter
You left the old neighborhood
and promised with a letter that you would contact me,
but the letter never arrives,
as if you want to forget me.
I meet the postman and ask:
"Is there anything from her, mate?",
and he just shrugs his shoulders:
"Your roses have withered."
I'm waiting for just one letter,
one small piece of paper,
but if I get it,
my heart will finally have peace.
Zera Princ
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