two my poems, translated by me

[kaplya_vetra]

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The melody The music's ghost was flickering at dusk. Its tune has rippled through any husk of days and words, was changing like a dream. That fluttered, roved in the steady stream, which grown from the heart and didn’t ask. It charmed all like fairy's shining dust, while any soul listened to the theme; and whirls of silence sounded and seemed the music's ghost... The world without that had worn a mask of boredom, nonsense and unwelcome tasks. The fabric of the life became a scheme, and falls and flights had dispersed like steam. Only the memory has ever kept to us the Music's Ghost...

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