When the thread breaks the thi… (Natalya Androsova)

When the thread breaks the thin thread,On the verge of whether, beyond, I don’t know.But only she could connect Me with you as spark alive.I still hold her in my arms,But stretched just to the limit,And the thought of drums in the temples,On the thread of the soul a hundred times, hung.You’re not bored, I’m longing sin.My word, you are empty sounds.You don’t want, I will not ask,And the heart grows cold from the separation.You forget, I dream to Hear your voice even for a moment.On a string stretched love,Albeit unrequited, but all are a living miracle.