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A fire wanders in the gloomy night—
Is this a mere sigh I hear? Then a cry?!
I’m dreaming… A shadow comes into sight…
I feel how much you hurt me and ask: why?
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And you are the ghost in my silent verse.
Your eyes paint the greyish shades of sorrow.
The angelic tears in them are a curse
On the tips of severe fatal arrows…
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Like a sharp blade, they cleave at once my soul,
While I touch the hidden corner of grief.
Our last poor love was a play or foul —
A sharpened sword in the hand of a thief!
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After this inner wound, my voice is gone.
I hope my heart won’t be as cold as stone…
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Mariana Busarova
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Comments (2)
Good poem, Ani. :D I just started on Vocal. Any tips? :P
💙lovely