Taken by melodies, far away and no remedy
Could I bring to you suffering, dear.
Only echoes thought winds, compared to enemy,
But there`s no force, even miracle to come, so mere.
Left in the cave, as if in the abdomen
Of mother earth, winy anchorite,
You lie, missing life, asking for nobody, but searching for sign, amen.
Subtle intercourse of pallor arms, out of mind.
I recollect all pieces of your loving essence,
I miss your soul pure and body hot.
That holy image, oh, my frowning and weak Madonna, absence
Of yours in this world by me`s denied.
The oriental motive, a tieing serpent, alas,
Became a doom and parted us.
Taken by melodies, far away and no remedy
© Copyright: Кристина Адер, 2014
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