Do you Remember? ...

Do you remember, how we bid farewell
To each other? It was late already,
The evening gun has shot its thunder,
And we listened to it, disturbed...
The rays of the Sun were fading,
The sea fog was thickening;
Thunder swept along with an effort,
And suddenly died beyond the abyss…

Having completed my everyday chores,
I often dream about you,
While walking along the desolate waters
And listening to the shots of evening guns.
One after another, in sequence,
They are muffled by hoary waves,
While I cry, tortured by my yearning,
While I wish to die together with these sounds...

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