Gueorgui Konstantinov - A Tree And A Bird

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I thank you...

I thank you

That you hate me so sincerely,

That you have buried fondness

In a grave.

In hatred one is one who breathes freely,

In love - a slave

You suddenly

Refuse to recognize

My words, my books,

My gestures and my pains...

But every time you lift those hating eyes

I hear the clang

Of broken chains.

And now my life is natural and blessed -

Away from your

Capricious, moody feeling,

Again my heart

Eased leftward in my chest.

The wounds are healing.

I feel like risen out of the tomb,

Life is like Mozart music and the blue skies.

And if you absence hadn't felt like doom,

I would have thought myself

In paradise.

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