As Long Poem by Galina Italyanskaya

My voice abates, and what is worse
You can not hear.
I wouldn't write a poor verse
To you, my dear.

What can't be cured must be endured.
My soul is shattered,
As you have shamelessly abjured
Me for the better.

The winter chill has come anew,
The slush is freezing.
I've got no tears to cry for you
And no more reason.

The clock will stop to tick its song―
Eternal bonding―
And nothing will come true as long
As I keep wanting.

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(05 September 2017, Ukhta)