You will hear thunder and remember me,
And think: she wanted storms. The rim
Of the sky will be the colour of hard crimson,
And your heart, as it was then, will be on fire.
That day in Moscow, it will all come true,
when, for the last time, I take my leave,
And hasten to the heights that I have longed for,
Leaving my shadow still to be with you.By Anna Akhmatova
STAI LEGGENDO
My Favorite Gothic Poems
PoesiaA collection of poetry about death and such. I do own some but.not all of this, I do not know who the authors of.most of these are, however if you are an author THANK YOU I LOVE THESE! These are my favorite poems ever so thank you! Dedication to ALL...