Your whisper haunts me through the night and in the light of day -
The waterfall of memories devours its breathless prey.
Beware! The languid turquoise guise seems utterly serene,
Yet thousands fell to their demise in this alluring stream.
Mnemosyne, a patron saint of the undying past,
Bathe me in your sweet revelry and turn my soul to dust!
If it were now to die - I would - for nothing will exceed
The water's luscious lullaby - intoxicating, deep…
A single thought is all it takes to silently succumb:
When a forgotten love awakes, the consciousness goes numb.
You are the gravity, which tempts, desiring my downfall -
Although the sombre heart repents, it answers your wild call.
I have become the waterfall, my tenderness cascades
Upon your lips - the memory of passion never fades!
Hello, lovely stranger! My name is Veronica Sizova, and I am a 19-year-old Russian girl, currently studying in Canada.
Since early childhood, I have been mesmerized by the literary art. The words – exquisite, intricately intertwined, sophisticated, magnificently powerful and fragile simultaneously, – remind me of the oceanic waves, and poetry hides in their unfathomable depths.
This place is meant to become a sanctuary for the tortured souls, aflame with a passion for literature.
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