I left the arguments behind,
united with the flame of Love,
I stepped with joy beyond the Earth
of the familiar contours.
Among the fires – spiral lace! –
we all were flashing sacrifice,
and higher! – through the clouds – up!
departing, guided by the winds.
The bodies get corrupted, – Fall
will lead the souls homeland.
We’ll still communicate at night
in silence, mentally – through hearts.
Is Memory that sad? – The Guard
will serve oblivion for tea.
What a delicious sweet loss –
the poet’s bitter gloomy fate!
My lamp of Time extinguished, stopped
on the invisible thin line.
Pay homage to the Falling Leaves,
you too will leave the Tree one day.
September 29, 2011
Дань Листопаду. Homage to the Falling Leaves
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