Ancient Writing like the Sea

by Emma

In Dream
anna achmatova

Black and enduring separation
I share equally with you.
Why weep? Give me your hand,
Promise me you will come again.
You and I are like high mountains
and we can’t move closer.
Just send me word,
At midnight sometime through the stars.

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