Quotes Garden XXVI To my beloved

by the_mirrorBarlad, Moldova, Romania

Nov 2022 205 Views 0 comments

The Quotes Garden - XXVI – To my beloved

"The Quotes Garden"

[ XXVI ]

To my beloved

“For what is time?
A sword
With cruel, sharpen edges;
I’m here, a frozen moment,
Who’s soothing its beloved;
For her, I often come and sing
Until she hears my broken chord
And shatters all her wedges;

But tears?!
I have no more,
To bind and tie them in this loment;
They dried long ago, just to record
My neverending sorrow as bestowment –
And all, - but all of them, a tune, to sing
The silent death of my beloved;
Enough with all the pledges!

- For what is heart,
Without a sigh
To rise her incense in a lisper?!
What cures the very troubled mind,
When such a fate, it breaks apart,
To fill the world within a whisper,
And there is nowhere else, to find
The bitter grave of its beloved?..”

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