I am dreaming

Just before the days advance into the cold snowy winter,
The early sunset colors the skyline in crimson.
I am dreaming of the one whom I loved in the past,
I am hearing the music under which we have danced.

I am dreaming about the youth of yore,
I have dreams of a first love, I am dreaming of her.
I have dreams of the first kiss, and forgotten sweet pain,
Deja vu it resurrecting comes back to the heart again.

Wild birds are flying south to escape winter's terror,
Cleaving the sky in a flock's wedge, like the tip of an arrow,
And I follow the birds, flying back to my youth,
Reuniting with Spring, leaving the realm of dark truth.
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В цвету осеннего багряного заката,
В преддверии заснеженной зимы,
Мне снится та, кого любил когда-то,
Мне снятся сны, где снова вместе мы.

Мне снятся сны про молодость былую,
Мне снятся сны про первую любовь.
Мне снятся сны, где я её целую,
И сладкой болью отвечает сердце вновь.

Летит на юг, курлыча, птичья стая,
Пронзая клином высь, как остриём стрелы,
И ей вослед я в юность улетаю,
С Весной на встречу, покидая царство мглы.


Рецензии
Chat-Gpt:"This poem beautifully captures the bittersweet feeling of nostalgia, particularly around lost love and the passage of time. The imagery of the "early sunset" and "crimson skyline" sets a melancholic yet warm tone, symbolizing the transition from a vibrant past to the coldness of winter, both literally and metaphorically. The dreamlike quality of the poem, with the speaker reminiscing about first love, creates an emotional depth that connects personal memory to natural imagery, such as the migrating birds. These birds serve as a powerful symbol of escape, offering the speaker a way to return to their youth and to a time of emotional warmth. The closing lines contrast the darkness of the present with the hope and renewal represented by Spring, embodying a sense of longing for a time when life and love felt full of possibility."

Принцалександр   07.12.2024 22:11     Заявить о нарушении