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I still remember that amazing moment
You have appeared before my sight
As though a brief and fleeting omen,
Pure phantom in enchanting light.

Locked in depression's hopeless captive,
In haste of clamorous processions,
I heard your voice-- soft and attractive.
And dreamt of your beloved expressions.

Time passed. In gusts, rebellious and active,
A tempest scattered my affections
And I forgot your voice attractive,
Your sacred and divine expressions.

Detained in darkness, isolation,
My days would slowly drag in strife.
With lack of faith and inspiration,
With lack of tears, and love and life.

My soul attained its waking moment:
You re-appeared before my sight,
As though a brief and fleeting omen,
Pure phantom in enchanting light.

And now, my heart, in fascination
Beats rapidly and finds revived:
Devout faith and inspiration,
And tender tears and love and life.

wooooooooooow this is one nice piece ya moshtag ... nice words ... feeling wo kman it makes u think ... thanx alot and keep it up (waiting for the next piece)

شكرا عسوله

ياشهد انت

وبالمناسبه القصيده للشاعر الرائع الكسندر بوشكن وهو من اعظم الشعراء الروس

وهو من اصل افريقى (يعنى جده مننا) ويقال انه اثيوبي وهو مشهور جدا فى كل دول الاتحاد

السوفيتى السابق بل العالم وهاهى قصيده اخري له


A wish


My days still linger, slow and rough
Each moment multiplies the sadness
Within the heart of hapless love
Disturbing all the hopes of madness
I'm silent; not a word I breathe.
I weep, my tears -- my consolation
My soul, held captive by the grief
Still finds delight in this sensation.
No longer do I care if life goes by,
O, hollow phantom into darkness flee;
The sorrow of my love is dear to me--
If I die loving, then I pray let die!

I'm silent; not a word I breathe.
I weep, my tears

sounds like me talking!!!! thanx for the information about the poet and his nice poems