Today I went to the page of Eidman -
Our favorite poet, if you please.
It is very quiet there, but friendly,
full of light and of angelic bliss.
He wrote last about the winter roads,
on which moves the season of the spring.
I remembered: February, sorrows,
You and him. And maybe you and me.
It is strange that I am sad, as native,
It's a pity he will not return.
To me it was good there, though painful,
because then I wanted to live long.
If you disappear from the planet.
And the page will be Empty like his -
I will call for you: Sveta! Enlighten!
And - forever - I will call like this.
Lacrimosa
© Copyright: Елизавета Судьина, 2019
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