Yosef Latman All rights reserved by the author
THE LIGHT OF YOUNG SOULS NOT DIM IN WINDOWS*
(Free translation from Russian by the author Yosef Latman)
Our souls maturing in fire days...
Tornado, threatening, blazes in face...
Сold, hunger and bread only in a dream...
Ring closed behind back, as a fire stream...
Our youth as week-days of the war -
Kisses, hugs and partings by the door...
And secret wishes of beloved′s pair -
Are new and naively pure...
The heat of burning, thirsty lips,
New feeling′s blinding waves,
And in the eyes - surprise and fright...-
I haven′t forgotten this magic night.
Now, after many year, as in past,
Your contour is in front of my eyes ...
Although between us - many miles , -
The light of young souls not dim in windows.
Or this fire of memories rage, as a wind, in us?
04.07.2020 *Song from the author′s poem: "THIRTEEN"