Emma Adamyan Poems
Gilt reflection of your tear shone in the night.
'Don`t go'- said you, embracing me tight.
Knowing it`s not your blame, I whispered to you, -
'All will be gone with the wind, sorry. Don`t be blue'
The unloved one is waiting for me by the window.
On dark nights, as usual, by the window,
Waits for me. She waits for me, oh...
I`ve forgotten about you forever, but sometimes,
The letters of yellow leaves fly to me.
I can never read your words and see
Those clouds of bitter tears between the lines,
For you know who waits for me by the window.
Your Mother... Who is she?
Did you ever ascertain?
Is she your angel? Or pain...
But how will you know something you`ve never felt before?
If you don`t have a true Mother, you`ll never do,
Even you live hundred years more.
Who`s that woman for you
And what do you know?
Ask God making a bow.