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Denis Bezmelnitsin
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To Senait Gidey. Poem II
Slight drizzling melody of rain,
A listening lake - the lake of heart;
The droplets fall and fill again
The heart with flavour of the love...
I was upon the backside of a moon,
I was a gloom without form, alone;
I drank the wine of night, forsook
The worldly matters, but the dawn
Me did awake, - this dawn is you.
Bedewed are roses in the morn,
They are for thee, O Senait, these strains...
You'll say, perhaps, "But who you be?"
- A wandering wind of East, but may
I on my song... Thou art an angel sweet,
The tunes of Spring and mystery of dusk;
I ask, I kindly ask, please let me sing
To you the songs while lasts
This moonlit night, so bright is she
Upon the sea of sky tonight...
I saw you sauntering 'long the shore -
The shore of dreams and foamy clouds, but aye,
I know well, I dwell thereat, and more,
Can show thee more beyond that clime...
August 2017
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