Posted on 31 December, 2020 by thebestnchic The road by the seaside garden darkens, by Anna Akhmatova The lights are a fresh yellow. I’m at peace; but please, don’t talk To me about him. You’re kind and loyal, we’ll be friends… Walk, kiss, and be old… Coming days will fly over us, Lightly, like snowy stars. Share this:TwitterFacebookMoreLinkedInRedditTumblrPinterestWhatsApp Related Post navigationPrevious post: ‘It was not mystery or grief,’Next post: ‘To feel thoroughly ill, to sweat in delirium,’