two my poems, translated by me

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The melodyThe music's ghost was flickering at dusk.Its tune has rippled through any huskof days and words, was changing like a dream.That fluttered, roved in the steady stream,which grown from the heart and didn’t ask.It charmed all like fairy's shining dust,while any soul listened to the theme;and whirls of silence sounded and seemedthe music's ghost...The world without that had worn a maskof boredom, nonsense and unwelcome tasks.The fabric of the life became a scheme,and falls and flights had dispersed like steam.Only the memory has ever kept to usthe Music's Ghost...

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