I Would Come Back Poem by Larisa Rzhepishevska

I would come back

but the roads are hidden.

Though many times were ridden

they haven't left any tracks.



I would come as a spring dawn

breaking the winter's yearning,

greeting the beauty of the morning,

the first flowers on the lawn.



I would come as a tender rain,

as an April thaw in springs.

I would grow big wings

but the idea is inane and brings pain.



I would come as a lilac sunset,

as silver or amber early dew.

I would become a real mew,

fly to you and sing a duet.