You will hear thunder and remember me, <br />And think: she wanted storms. The rim <br />Of the sky will be the colour of hard crimson, <br />And your heart, as it was then, will be on fire. <br /> <br />That day in Moscow, it will all come true, <br />when, for the last time, I take my leave, <br />And hasten to the heights that I have longed for, <br />Leaving my shadow still to be with you.<br /><br />Anna Akhmatova<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/you-will-hear-thunder/
