In midst of waves, there are the silver beads
And scraped by time paints of the white enamel …
I so like the morns which autumn breeds,
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There are incredibly beautiful lines in this, but there are terribly awkward lines that I have to believe occurred during translation,
But somewhere there, they’re roaming in flame, The same ones as I am, without name and number, And somebody’s young being – just the same – Instead of me, is ceasing in sad amber. Superb lines....Speechless
A beautiful poem full of nostalgic flavour. Enjoyed reading it. I am hiding here a store Of hazy days, while skies are full of fire.
Beautiful and melodious write with flowing emotions. Enjoyed the poem. Thanks for sharing.10 points
Harmony is a very beautiful poem