Volga
By dilletante
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I stood alone on the brim of your shore,
Untangling the crimson ribbons from my hair.
These ribbons, I don't need them anymore,
For all my grace has vanished
With the graceful touch of his hands.
I took off my gilded cummerbund,
Letting the somber wind tug it from my grasp.
This cummerbund, I can't wear it anymore,
For the one who bestowed it upon me
Now is lost to all the earthly treasures.
I shuddered with cold, here by the river's bank.
I felt so small before its boundless arms,
As I watched the towering waves crash
Upon the bleeding rocks that tame
The spasms of broken hearts.
I asked Volga to take me in
And forever drown my sorrows,
But the river wouldn't have me for its dweller;
Instead it said: "Remember your love
And be grateful for what you've had;
He will live on in your memories,
For your love of him is not dead."
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