“Sadness” by Ilya V. Bubnov


The house stands bare and empty,

And sadness smoothly flows;

The changes in life accepting,

I whisper, ‘So it goes…’

 

Un-curtained panes are crying

Under the autumn rain;

The things that pass in flying

No one will then regain.

 

Wind-whirled leaves are spinning

In streets without a name;

It’s moving on to evening

That’ll never be the same.

 

The wings of night will cover

The streets and yards and ground,

And bonfire light will hover

In darkness all around;

 

The heartbeat keeps on streaming,

Entrapped between the days;

An endless bridge is gleaming,

Connecting our fates;

 

The house stands bare and empty,

And sadness wearily flows.

Another day expended.

The sleep comes. So it goes.