Apr 28, 2010


Every time, my love, I remember,
The frozen ocean appears ahead of me:
On the steamy sky no star shows itself,
Far away only the yellow moon-a spot;
And over thousands of rapid icy waves
A bird is floating with tired wings,
While its mate kept flying forward
With a whole stock of birds, disappearing in the sunset,
It's looking back with suffering glances,
It's not sorry now, it's not glad... it dies,
Dreaming itself years back in a second.

We are further and further together,
More and more I'm darkening and freezing,
When you're not disappearing in the eternal morning's horizon.


broken roses

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