Trees Of Feelings

In me there was a life, As if wood, trees of feelings... Emotions... It was dense, fresh, pure... The sun heated it, shined... Has burnt down... I have not forgotten it, I remember. I remember, how loved this wood, As breathed... Everything that was in this wood Slowly dies, does not breathe. All weight of grief has broken trees, Feelings, disappear... Listening to dying voices, I leave together with them, In emptiness, in darkness... In silence...