Comments about Ruslan Kerimov
Sonnet 1, Fall
When Fall bewails the summer’s shining days
With howling winds and bitter tears of rain,
And gloomy clouds hide the sunny rays,
So I lament lost happiness in vain.
When raging surges hurl upon the cliffs,
And swelling azure of the sea turns black
And raindrops dance in pair with falling leaves,
Do I regret, what’s gone cannot get back.