[ III ]

The silence of the crickets







My shadow falls, along the grass,

Where lovely crickets mourn,

Under the moon, with veil of brass

And clear dreams, from silence, born.

It seems I hear : “This too shall pass” –

O, alas! And yet, they sworn

That will protect my soul of glass,

But they just broke it, with their horn!..







They’re dropping down the bass

As if they hear my silent cry

That kills the moon, under the grass,

And yet – alas! They ask me:” why?!”

A cricket was my sweetest lass!..

When mourns with me, I think I try

To die with it – but silent, says:

“This too shall pass”





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