That will go, go with nothing to leave -
Leaves of autumns will fall on the night…
You’ve been living, и я еще жив.
Long are days till the final good-bye.
Caught in thinking of nowhere to go,
Just been standing with nothing to lose:
I’ve been lucky to see your love grow
Like the Moon o’er forest and moose.
Dangling stars of the never-lived lives -
That’s the thing they a’ve called universe;
Let me see how her contour declines…
Yellow sun on the withering ryes.
That will fade and the fading will pale -
Every noise will a’ve drowned in itself…
Gentle breaths of the lovers shall stale,
Chests like caskets get kissed by a death.
Kiss me poems and tell me good nights
When the swans in the cherries go nigh…
Let’s recall as we kindled the lights…
When the God cuts us short on the fly.
That will go
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