Those nights are bright, empty,
When staring into the Neva bridges,
they met, as strangers,
forgetting, that you have a simple.
And each was beautiful and young,
But, gave wings to the void,
She harbored a strange chill
Under the wild beauty.
AND, heart forever strict Meria,
He could not, I could not love.
She loved only the beast
It tease - and tame.
And alien - alien he shook hands,
I'm north, haste to help
Beautiful tenderness and boredom,
On the day turned night live.
So, lightness in the desert night,
Into the arms of night slowly,
He looked pale blue dome
Their doomed soul.
10 October 1907
