Do you hear the soft rustle <br />beside your table? <br />Don't bother to write <br />for I'll come to you. <br /> <br />Is it possible you are angry <br />with me like the last time? <br />You say that you don't want to see my hands, <br />my hands or my eyes. <br /> <br />I am with you in your bright, simple room. <br />Don't chase me away <br />to where the cold, murky water <br />flows under the bridge.<br /><br />Anna Akhmatova<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/greetings-3/
