Assen Raztsvetnikov

And so with you the loving stopped

And so with you the loving stopped:
It was but a dizzy moment of fraud
And you, my soul, with thirsty open lips,
Drained the thrill– in just a tick, I’m afraid.
It’s how they grow in the deepest forests,
Like children kept in darkened cellars,
Tiny trees forgotten by the sun.
But one day there comes a playful breeze
And opens an invisible chink. Look!
A lucky ray breaks through and warms their heads.
And for an instant only, smiling they light up
But this ray of light is all they’ll see:
Their whole life they’ll stretch out blinded branches
And call for it with all their uncaresséd being
And wait for it in vain and dream
And cry inconsolable in the dark

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