11 страница27 апреля 2026, 06:41

Part 1: Poem 11: Autumn evening of sadness.

My heart is terribly empty,

When autumn creeps into a continuous fog.

The leaves whisper softly: "But you're not a star,

Your bright dream will soon become ashes."

Goodbye, laughter, goodbye, warmth of morning days,

Goodbye, innocence, there are no friends in the world.

Through the leaves I see the smiles of the past,

Kisses of the wind, like two drunken deaf people.

Here, on the edge of the abyss, where dreams merge,

Only an echo of memories are my faithful enemies.

Every moment is a tear that flows down your chest,

And in the silence there is a sonorous sadness.

The old shop in the corner by the window creaks,

She remembers how you seemed to be.

Through long evenings with fire in my eyes,

We dreamed of a future where there is no fear and tears.

But the shadows are growing, and dreams have flown away,

There are only memories left, so immoral.

Every day, like a sunset, slowly fades away,

And only the wind laughs, throwing phrases at me.

Oh, how dare you, how brightly you shone!

Now only the taste of bitterness remained on the lips.

In my hands - only an unknown word,

Which seemed to follow carefully.

I'll go to this forest, where it's impossible to hope,

Where it rains, like a stubborn past.

Here lost souls wander without sleep,

Can you hear how they cry, how cold they are in the year?

Forget me, you'll be gone, please,

I am a leaf that will carry away the flow of a bubbling river.

And in every step I hear footsteps,

It's like someone is whispering about how he's waiting for me.

But the one who was my meaning will not come,

Coming from the world, carried away in smoke.

Laughing at sadness is the world's evil,

How hard it is to be able to love when there is a shadow behind you.

I know that the time of farewell will come,

When the sunset will cover this radiance again.

But for now, I have to live again in life,

I will only dream, only torment my heart.

My heart is terribly empty,

When autumn creeps into a continuous fog.

Here in sadness I will meet my days,

In the hope that you will come back someday.

11 страница27 апреля 2026, 06:41

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