Dusk descends night pale…


You do not give and do not disappear…
So you're elusive? So are you available
one eye, fatal vision!?..

Dusk descends night pale,
But Son - alarming. my peace
Some image, face the winner
Worried young song…
disappear, risen from the grave,
Nearly forgotten pale face!..
But no!.. he beckons… gentle… sweet…
Throws on the night rallying click!..
He holds out the palms of my,
He's mine!!.. To him hurry, I strive to,
Now grab clothing fabric
And with him in the arms of incurred…
beckons…
vain effort!..
Elusive, it slides,
weaken the mind, a heart, wings…
……………………………………
night haze, как прежде, - sleeps.

31 January 1900

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