Memory

All the flowers will wither,
but there will be memory.
Save it you -
Do not give it to anyone!
You try it
until the end of the days leave:
And in the cold November,
and in sunny May!
She will not die
without water on the balcony -
Like a spring sprout
in the deadened earth.
It will not go away like winter,
that in a farewell bow
Leaves frosty pattern
on the glass.