Autumn time

   
The sigh of the bell is heard nearby
The sunset invites to the church
The air is pure and crisp outside
Like a sing of a sword
Which in the wind has emerged.

The dimensions bend the space
Among the long drawn out silence
And they reveal the autumn grace
Swearing eternal love
And Forming an inseverable alliance.

A happy moment comprises years
And hours compacting them
to monolith.
Like glowing fireflies the stars appear
Why are you overwhelmed with grief?

The leaves are rustling under feet
A naughty wind is undulating skirts
My dear autumn, do you hear
my heart beat?!
The fall replies by a variety
of sweeping chords.

The sparks of consciousness
Prevent from dreaming ...
And it’s impossible to guess
The twists and turns,
and their meaning,
For those roads which
the fate suggests...

Moscow, October, 19, 2020.
Перевод стихов, автор А. Казачий. Ссылка на публикацию:
http://stihi.ru/2020/10/05/1458