The night is crawling down
like a veil of silk upon your shoulders;
it slips until it reaches the heels,
and then quickly breaks asunder..
Beneath the concrete, I do hear
the bitter cries of frozen leaves
they were once green, and now..
they're dead; painted in the
colours of a cosmic crimson red!
I see the stars fading from the sky
as the darkness is getting blurred,
the light is plunged into unknown-
universe of dying, mortal souls!
In solitude, a tiny beam of light
is still dancing in the lantern;
the course of brittle dreams seems
to bleed on poetic lavish reveries,
melting in autumn's gloomy stream.
My beloved, in the grasp of dawn,
I'd gladly take your loving hand,
again, to kiss this world 'good-bye'
as our sparkle dies into the lantern!
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
In the grasp of dawn! With the ways of life. Nice piece of work.
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