Tatiana

I sat on a frozen bench. The winters
were colder in Moscow. The sun
could not warm the dead land;
the snow as brittle as desert sand,
the clouds crept over to lend a hand,
and all heliocentric affairs were banned.

She sits on a frozen bench. The winter
becomes warm in Moscow. Her eyes
radiate heat through luminosity, her
hair flows in winds of change, her
touch spreads further than her range,
the fragrance she wears is springtime
flowers drenched in soft mountain rain,
and I fear that I will never be the same again.

Fluctuating

I

Trains, the symbol of modernity, are stationed in and surrounded by urban degradation and quasi-wilderness. There is something to this.

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II

The clouds were white,
The sky was blue,
and she's a great friend, it's true.

The sky was blue,
The trees were green,
and the two of us were quite a scene.

The trees were green
Her hair was red,
and I remember all the words she said.

III

Emma, Emma, you pose quite
a dilemma,
For you're in the 'gow and I'm
up in Aber.
But I'm quite sure that we will
work it out,
Because that's what being friends
is all about!

Oh dear me, that's a bit cliche,
I do apologise, it's not my way.
But I hope you felt the sentiment,
I mean it's really quite self-evident.
But you know
I go with the flow,
tell it as it is; so
Emma's quite ace
don'tcha know!