2019.04.16.
* There is nobody who’s love is fairy
/// by Dmytro Zelenskyy – 11/29/2016There is nobody who’ll love us, fairy,
like was promised in early days.
Each September tacks ring to tree’s belly -
nothing more needs be said.
Time is chipping off nutshells from our selves,
what’s inside - will be visible then.
Do not kiss my forehead – buss the thin* bays,
walk me through to the end.
To the corner, to border, to edge…
It is grace now to live any place.
The eternity grows in us, stretching
unforgettable* [irreplaceable] days.
We are funny with blank* superstition,
touching hands makes us tremorring still…
Golden autumn in* final transition [does]
executing my will…
There is nobody who’ll love us fairy,
like was promised in early days.
* There is nobody who’s love is fairy