Why do sparks of love always seem to wither?
Fyodorov, Sergei Fyodorovich
autumn
He reads our thoughts...
Fallen ones all around...
And I am fallen...
The wind of time has torn
Us — the withered ones...
I fell into a puddle.
And you, with the gusts of fate,
Flew away
I don’t know where...
A puddle of life
In old age...
This is my picture...
Sparks of love — why is it that
They always wither away?
Why do sparks of love always seem to wither?
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