.........................Reading Allan Dean Foster
I am burning the bridges.
None avoids the fate.
Where I saw your images,
Nothing good is in rate.
We believed in the tales
Waiting for happy end
But the wheel quickly breaks,
Nothing makes love expand.
Maybe after a year
Or a thousand years
Your reply I will hear,
Weeping with bitter tears.
Our love will be born
And be stronger again.
Nothing can’t be then torn,
Separated in vain.
In the other dimensions,
Under different moons
Ancient love we will mention,
We will swear in it soon…
Authorized translation from Russian
by Frieda Shutman.