You will remain there, beyond the invisible line,
In the windswept alleys of the fading spring,
With a belated smile, a farewell tear of the cry
A scorching stream flowing into old dreams.
You will remain there, where the thresholds are rocks,
And the winds sweep everything away with a rush,
The wild carnival of poplar fluff as a stock
On the fragments of yesterday's snow flash.
What here the light of a fallen star is reflected brizzy
The hectic morning steams in the abadoned cup,
Where they won't issue a return ticket with a visa,
You will remain there, my... unforgotten past.
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Author:
Ksey_Gan (
Offline) - Published: January 24th, 2026 19:10
- Category: Sad
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Comments1
Such a nice write of what seems directed to another but is found to be our own past. Wonderful
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