Monomad Black and White Photo Challenge - Poplars

Beyond the river, the poplars are blooming - the first rain. I wait for you to meet, I'm waiting for you, but please - you go on the other side. Whether I was late or the rushing time Was I late or everything was a dream. I woke up like a fairy tale that tied us up like a festive chime. We'll be two again ... And then on the bridge we'll be the two again, we'll remember everything again for a moment. We'll meet with glances hidden over the shoulder and we will go our way alone.