A monk

Dark eve: dark shadows in the dark garden
sweet whisper over leaves, whisper under leaves
for a long time that evening I stared in the dark garden
and perplexed sinful thoughts of my heart in the silence.


Dark night- and dark shadows in her garden
sweet whisper over leaves, whisper under leaves
hidden joys - born in her garden,
sorrowful memories- born in my heart in the silence.

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Geo Milev