A winter without you gnaws at my soul with cold decadence,
and its gusts of wind dries my desire for walking along my path,
and the bare trees around me,
seem to have been abandoned by their green coat of life,
leaving them to the mercy of the cold winter tears,
that would bathe them in solitude.
A winter without you loses its charm and incantation,
and what once was full life, slowly whithers away,
fading into mere memories,
a traill of felicity that once was is now no more,
and instead a saddened autumn covers it all,
and its drops get entwined with my tears that I shed on mourning
for you are not around.
This loss is much of a heavy burden for me to carry,
and it makes my heart succumb to grief and sinks me hopelessly into solitude...
RQ
25/5/10
Moscow
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