Lonely flower behind shroud of autumn rain —
Beyond the foggy window as a candle flame.
A barely audible bell… In dark, following him,
I will slip into the enchanted house, grim,
There fireplace has already gone out
Only one lone candle burns in half-dark now,
But whose flame steadfastly dies.
And its outline fabulously is flickering on the walls.
Silence cuts hearing, and my daydreams are numb all,
And involuntarily in soul fear arises.
Of the reckless love to lose mirages
I afraid, having breached the chain, that binds us —
Far fields and, driven by wind, waves golden rye,
And at dusk – bare steppe to edge glow Sky’s.
Lonely flower behind shroud of autumn rain —
Beyond the foggy window as a candle flame.
Has passed years… – You remained with me,
Like a wonderful but not fulfilled dream.
01.04.2021