The Nostalgia

12.05.2023. England

The Nostalgia

The Nostalgia, The Nostalgia,
A Left bank, A Right bank,
And I 'm in a board, and a river's a quiet
I'm still moving forward.

Neither left nor right,
Not back
I can't go to return all back.

Years of stormy succession
Taken away
And forever.

Even the oars.
What are the oars?
I touch the water with my palm.

I'm not rowing, I'm resting.
The river rushes me by itself.

It smells like a clean fresh river water,
By the rainwater of that water,
Like the smell of watermelon
A crust in memory of smell.

And green meadows,
And flowers in the meadows,
Handfuls of strawberries are sweet.
And a tent by the river.

And in that tent, more near:
There was you.

And a beautiful blue sweater,
knitted by your mother.
You were so beautiful, darling,
So desperately flying.

We flew into the skies.
We looked: what have we got?
So beautiful. The stars are bright.
And also you and me here together.

Hand in hand together
Together and in flight.
And then we're on the ground.
On out boat trip.

And the river rocked the boat.
I watched you row.
He moved his arms, shoulders,
But he didn't save me.

And we've already been torn off.
Over there: you.
And I'm here.

To wave goodbye to you
I can't. I'll leave like this.

Hey. Don't remember me.
See the sky? Is there a star?
You look.

Will you turn around:
I'm not around anymore.

Or even a mix-up.
Is everything relative?

I'll look around: you're already gone.
I'm standing. I'm looking. I'm looking.

a Nostalgia, the nostalgia,
The Left bank,  The Right bank,
And I 'm in a boat and a quiet
I'm still swimming forward.

Neither left nor right,
Not back
I can't go back.

Years of stormy succession
Taken away
And forever.

Even the oars.
What are the oars?
I touch the water with my palm.

I'm not rowing, I'm resting.
The river rushes me by itself.

Inna
Inna Alexandrovna Balzina
Ianna Inna Balzina-Balzin
Eanna Inna Balzina-Balzin

"The Nostalgia",  poem, 12.05.2023. UK
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