Night

Наталия Баталова
May I lovely do it or might?
What do you think?
I miss you,
I miss you thise nigth.
There were many the same..
Do you guess it?
Nights with the snow,
Thoughts without aim...
We lived a lot in cold and in hot,
In silence and cry.
Do you know why?
I don't. 
I know the only thing today -
I miss you. 
It's night.
I might?