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The Echo of the Past
(a sonnet – to the broken memory)
Your eyes of pure Chinese jade
Have almost nothing to do with me.
You dear image is starting to fade
Like the horizon of the flaming sea.
No one can ever guess how long
His memories will live and bloom.
They may ding like a briskly song
Or slowly die in a faithless gloom.
When your sweet love is bleeding
You never want to take an end.
But one of the main laws of living
Says that time will never bend.
I still remember your galvanic manner;
The abandoned fire still has some amber.
But the present acts just like a hammer:
My dreams are locked in a dusty chamber.
No lenient remarks are on this point.
I gaze in the unfair darkness and I cry:
The reality and fantasy are out of joint,
The game of love is over for you and I.
People are strange... When you're a stranger.
Отредактировано ALEXANDRA (2007-06-05 20:03:42)
