So summer is gone,
leaving no epitaph
It's still warm in the sun,
only that's not enough.
All that true could have come,
like a five-figured fluff,
folded into my palm,
only that's not enough.
No evil was slighted
in the good aftermath
world was festively lighted,
only that's not enough.
Like forever was tucking,
caring, making me laugh.
I was really lucky,
only that's not enough.
No leaves ever seared,
no limbs broken rough.
Day, like glass, washed all cleared,
only that's not enough
-Arseny Tarkovsky-
