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Denis Bezmelnitsin

Farewell
O flute of Love, sing thy final song...
This keel with pink sail on the sea afar -
Almost gone...
Like seagulls flying away to the south crying aloud,
Ere they disappear on the horizon's bound...
Around, the deep fog like white milk
Spilled on the ground.

Look at the sun, the setting sun at dusk,
And ask,
Where do you go?
Leaving me here alone...
To behold the decline of day,
And pray
For those whose heart was broken,
Who's crying in the shadow and talking
With a lonely cloud on high...
Waves of dark ocean flooded the sky...
Last ray of the sun
Sank in the night.

This yellow moon... split asunder,
And under
The ruins, among broken pieces, concealed
The treasure I found -
I found the Seal.

Farewell my love. The song is sung,
The flight is done,
New day is coming on...

'Twas dawn, but came no day.
'Twas dim, though sun had raised.
Its face was red like blood,
Its rays like arrows of the hail.
Then furious Angel emerged in the sky,
His wings spread to the West and East,
In His hand was the sword of fire and might.
Exclaimed he angrily,
"What have ye done?
Thou wandering in fog, blind and dumb.
Thy heart is numb. It become like block of ice.
What for we taught thee Words Divine?
To enkindle thy conceit and pride?"
And pierced my heart with blazing glaive,
And said, "Let it be flame!"

November 22 2015