How often did we pass by this still water!
Never was it this still!
Never did it hold the sky in its bosom like today;
The green trees have turned black in this water!
The soft dying day, its yet more melancholy hue!
What familiar breeze is this!
How does it benumb our thoughts!
From which distant star do you come down?
From which abysmal depth do I climb up?
We love each other;
We love this winter, its sad face!
We touch the pain of all the lovers of this earth,
At such moments, only at such moments!!
Never was it this still!
Never did it hold the sky in its bosom like today;
The green trees have turned black in this water!
The soft dying day, its yet more melancholy hue!
What familiar breeze is this!
How does it benumb our thoughts!
From which distant star do you come down?
From which abysmal depth do I climb up?
We love each other;
We love this winter, its sad face!
We touch the pain of all the lovers of this earth,
At such moments, only at such moments!!
What an awesome poem !
ReplyDeleteWelcome to the world of my poems :)
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ReplyDeletewow!!! the poem is replete with high emotion & passion as well.... simply fabulous...
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