Sad heavy burden
Of my expectation...
I cry for mercy,
But time's no need.
Love unrequited
Is only plantation:
My heart and memory
Grow on it.
Seems to be near
The shade of my fortune;
Gloomy prospects
Measure rhythm of my life...
What is my hope?
And what is my torture?
They are alike
As two sides of a knife.
Cold northern wind
In the morning of snow
Plays hide-and-seek
With the flame of my torch.
Passing away,
It's revealing below
Just bloody tracks
On eternity porch...
Orison
© Copyright: Олег Абдуллаев, 2018
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