Adieu Poem by Larisa Rzhepishevska

The autumn is crying,
cold rains denying,
North wind burns my face,
colorful leaves are flying,
as they are in a race.

I have parted with you
telling quiet adieu,
and it seems for good.
Not having heard I love you,
I quite well everything understood.

There was time I believed
when sweet words I received,
I just wanted to be loved,
but you simply deceived,
she has become your beloved.

You’ll be quite well forgotten
as your love was so rotten.
When my wounds are healed
I will start a new life,
in a new house, on my own field.

Larisa R (Odessa, Ukraine)