Yellow sharp line in the sky
The district filled with the noise
annoys a toy that could.
Suffering from the pain that
The clouds in black, black shirts distressed,
The wind felt stressed that blessed the wood.
She was going through the park
With a round face, full lips and charming eyes.
thrice she had been there, twice was not enough.
Among the trees there was a hillock
A wooden cross in it.
The surface covered with moss, the sky coughed and coughed.
Here in the earth was lying her lover
The only man in the world.Everyone told:
"Don't be a cold, stupid girl-he is in heaven!"
"Stop visiting his grave!Don't tear your heart to pieces.
Let his soul fly without shackles to the earth!
He is away forever and ever!"
"He is away...He is away!" those words were rushing in her mind.
"How can I be here without you?"
And due to the love with few more courage
A sharp knife pierced into a loving heart
The girl felt unwell, and then there was a yellow sharp line in the sky.
"Good bye!"-the wind told. "Good bye!"- the birds sang.
Here in the earth was lying her lover
And she hugging the cross
With a bloody blade in her loving heart.
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Such a beautiful poem, sorrowful, arousing response somewhere in my soul!
It's perfect.
P.S. it's written in a style reminiscent of Poe's poems, I liked it enormously.
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