Feeling of love
I Don't know how, but you're gone.
And as quietly as she had come.
You found comfort in something else.
And I know for sure, I didn't suffer,
Looking haughtily from the pedestal.
That so artfully built.
You're so tired of me.
I'm no longer of any use.
I'm not nailed to big money.
My life is slack and broken.
I, as a poet, am subject to doom.
How can I not enter the river twice?
There will be no love! I'm forgotten!
And not to return the river to its source.
How not to return these dawns.
And bursts of happiness under the moon.
I felt good with you!
But our songs are all finished.
And we don't know who or where you're with.
I'm alone again! Sad with winter.
And in a shroud all dreams are dressed.
Where in the white shroud the distance is hidden,
And the wind moans in the wires,
I will exalt in my verses,
The feeling that you've forgotten.
A tear of a candle in a notebook is spilled.
There was a taste on his lips.
The feeling of love is pure and Holy!
19.12.2018 G.
Ox. Rubbed.