The gray is frozen—snow enfolds the ground,
Yet whispers weave: «Spring soon returns anew».
The night will dim, yet dawn will blaze unbound,
Its golden flames will dance in morning’s hue.
I’m sorry… Temple fades, the sakura sighs,
Yet hearts endure—life rises through the rain.
Without you… Farewell, my love. The endless skies
Are meant for one—where dream and echo reign.
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© Volodymyr Versta
Date:01.06.25
адреса: https://www.poetryclub.com.ua/getpoem.php?id=1041933
Рубрика: Лирика любви
дата надходження 18.06.2025
автор: Володимир Верста