My Old Mate - Poem by Ekaterina Polischuk
I feel the melody of broken hearts,
Just close my eyes and see your tearful face…
I hear the silence, it in darkness starts,
I feel you mind, you`re sad in any case.
I know your pain flows in drunken blood,
Your eyes just cry because you lost your fate.
I face despair, gloom and wisdom part,
You are a figure and my past mate.
We are two friends until we`ll meet the death,
Just take my hand and see your way in dreams,
It lies through souls, just an angel path.
Your voice is steel for all unhappy screams.
I always look at night for any word,
Want to revive your thoughts in clumsy rhyme.
Remember phrase two years you have told,
'To feel the world by art is not a crime'.
And now I ask you take an author pen,
Write down everything you see under the cave,
You`re a creator, genius, the man
Who is a child, of art forever slave.
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