My Heart Lives Again

My heart lives again,
Awakening with a cry.
I feel it stir in my breast,
A beast that can never die.

As it curl out, blossoming like a star,
I know that I will live,
And you will not, though
For that, my soul I’d give.

I live, I love, I laugh
In memory of you.
I dream, I cry, I scream
Of the memory of you.

As you left me, under the birch
Your life spread warm there,
I found new purpose, my heartbeat:
The remembrance of you shall be my care.

by Anastasia Rhobolonskaya

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