When the shades of the fall shroud the cold charnel-house
My unleashed spirit flies up a black flitter-mouse
The long decades o'erfilled with the sickly despair
How I wished to be of the life's doom unaware...
But the years fled in dolour and I always knew -
"In the darkness forever the joys will be few"
And today e'en my love is so fragile and fond
That I fear lest I should break the thread of our bond...
On my way through the dead land's impassable marsh
I've lost all my mystique, now 'tis not worth a rush
And amidst the unending gray night of my fate
I don't hope for a good change in this twenty-eight
On My Twenty-eighth Birthday 28. 08. 08
© Copyright: Алексей Сарычев Лирика, 2014
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