Last night I saw a shooting star
glimpse down the drowsing firmament.
It seemed the comet was not far.
It fell somewhere close at hand.
It may look odd and weird enough
for those who are Argus-eyed,
but people simply fall in love
like comets do it late at night.
They lose completely their head
and even happiness after all.
A dismal feeling of regret
appears soon after their fall.
I think it happens just because
instead of falling a true love
that has another inner source
should make you fly up like a dove.
A simple play of English words
in “fall in love” must be a lie
or hoax of sagacious gods
to laugh at mankind from the sky,
to taunt and make a little fun
of both the elderly and young.
06/06/2021 Zelenograd
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