By Marina Severtseva
look russian variant
http: //www.stihi.ru/2011/08/24/1648
Perhaps, I only have thought you up,
Your clever look, your cheering kind smile.
But, having gone along the drastic path,
I understood my fault, undoubtly.
I've thought up such a beautiful love feeling,
And soul, which was vain in happiness.
In native eyes - I see the only emptiness,
So cold... But that's because of naivety!
Why for I was so keen in weaving
My fantasies, transforming them to flowers,
Then showering them to you, dear?
Why for extinquished I the fire poems?
Farewell! There's nothing really to share
With you today. Let's then forgive
Each other in the silent air...
I'll try you to forget... Without any wish to meet...
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I would like to translate this poem