For long ago as I have passed this limit of my heartbreaks
For you to be the last and one, though no one could me prove that, –
As I have seen, I have been told, that you will be the final, –
The end of days, my silent grave, and I won't try denying.
I'll try to stop, won't try to catch, and you don't let me grumble, –
My rhyme is dead, my muse betrayed me and I have but nothing,
And here I am, the end of line, still caring for dead gardens,
All that is rest – to bid goodbye and wait until the sunrise.
23, December
2021
Limit of Heartbreaks
© Copyright: Максимов Александр Андреевич, 2021
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