Konstantin Gafner

I would try to walk away secretly.

Saying nothing to yours "I would come".

"I'd release" i would follow by kissing you.

Nothing timeless, neither me nor you are!

I would always chase the marked ones,

Giving her hugs, remembering you.

You would call him my name -

Carrying wounds we had got consistently.

I would try to live under mystery,

Our novel would never be done,

I can breve by my own easily,

With eternity played, silly ones!