I have endured my desire,
I've ceased to love my fairy dreams,
And only fruit of hearty fire -
My sufferings have stayed, it seems.
And under storms of cruel kismet
My blooming spirit quickly died,
I waited for the end, I missed it.
I'm feeling loneliness inside.
So that enveloped by the blow
Of cold wind and stormy flaws
A leaf which is belated, sole,
Vibrates on bare branch in pause..
Writer : Alexander Pushkin
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