Thunder

Anna Akhmatova

There will be thunder then. Remember me.
Say  She asked for storms. The entire
world will turn the colour of crimson stone,
and your heart, as then, will turn to fire.

That day, in Moscow, a true prophecy,
when for the last time I say goodbye,
soaring to the heavens that I longed to see,
leaving my shadow here in the sky.

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