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Denis Bezmelnitsin

Goodbye
This crystal of my dreams, this glass
I made of melodies of mists, of songs
Of summer eves, 'tis crushed, alas,
In tiny pieces - reveries, the notes -
The sounds, they still resound and tint the calm...
Anon the song will fade like flame
Of dying sun in brine of dark. A lark,
Please fly and ask her, "Why?" And say,
That we shall never meet again; Goodbye!
I cry and call the wind, "Come in
By scud into my heart and wipe
Her name away." O rain, do spill
The tears of sadness; sing a nightingale
The chant of hopeless love; and moon,
Don't shine tonight, I plead, and wane...
Yet sing the flute, "Adieu! Adieu!"

June 29 2017