Стихи

Time

Oh! Time! Inexorable time!
Where are you running fast from me,
As if a beautiful sunshine
Has turned its splendor and the glee.

One sign reminds your hateful presence:
The skull that stays upon my desk.
Ironically looks my essence
With bitter mock and kind of jest.

It can mean death. This is the end.
What's small amount of time we're brought:
As soon as we start to invent,
It comes the end of our plot.

Oh! Time! Oh powerful misfortune!
So quickly flows your stream away
That I can't manifest my virtues,
But endure only slings and pain.

December 25th, 2019