I wonder, how possibly this could be
that Autumn days became Spring to me,
and the Spring time will succeed eventually
and rapidly in Autumn’s lonely and descending days...
It’s sad to realize, that there'll be a moment soon,
inevitable, as the Nature’s law,
when the last, discoloured, withered, trembling leaf of hope
will fall on earth in quiet apathy of its eternal sleep...
So, that’ll be in Spring! But now, in the present,
as one convicted to the scaffold counts every remaining day for year,
with tears of joy I live, with happiness of sadness, with an ecstatic pain...
The dusk, the death, the nonexistence - do they really matter,
since all the treasures of your days, my Life, my Love,
have been possessed by my eternal soul, my beating heart’s refrain!..
December 19 ‘02
My Life
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