Sunrise-sunset, sunset, sunrise ...
Endless change of seasons ...
And so for the tens of years ...
Like dull carousel without reasons ...
And coming back to the same point
Remembering the glimpsed year.
Flowers are losing their petals,
Sadly hunched over puddles near.
And time is racing to nowhere
As always nothing left behind.
A carousel carries years
Into the darkest wall in mind.
Sunrise-sunset, sunset, sunrise ...
And carousel again repeats
Itself ... And for decades ...
Just talking to the times with hints ...
Sunrise-sunset... , English version
© Copyright: Алина Котлев, 2014
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