There will be thunder then. Remember me. <br />Say ‘ She asked for storms.’ The entire <br />world will turn the colour of crimson stone, <br />and your heart, as then, will turn to fire. <br /> <br />That day, in Moscow, a true prophecy, <br />when for the last time I say goodbye, <br />soaring to the heavens that I longed to see, <br />leaving my shadow here in the sky.<br /><br />Anna Akhmatova<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/thunder/
