Farewell
Good-bye, my friend, good-bye.
My dear one, you are in my breast.
This predestined parting
Promises a meeting ahead.
Good-bye, my friend, without hand, without word
No sorrow and no sadness in the brow.
In this life, dying is nothing new,
But living, of course, isn't novel either
By .Sergei Yesenin :
Sunday, September 03, 2006
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Hi dude...
any inspiration/reason behind this poem?!
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