She was my best friend,
but now lost in time.
I still remember blond braid
and first kiss, dear Olga.*

Тадеус

Lord, help me please do
I get lonesome in thick woods
without company.*

Тадеус

There by the lane,
an old house stand tall.
Amazing enough close to road,
but many vines and shrubs set it back farther.
In need of roof paint and repair,
still a family lives in house by lane.
Family not wealthy, but love dwells there,
and call house by lane their home.

Тадеус

White are the barren trees
and covered are the boxwood
in ice and snow,
they sleep.

Тадеус

My mind haunt me again,
no reprieve that I
see in sight.
With heart
aching so badly,
in seeing shorter days.
Light of day end
so quickly,
and misery
pursue
for
weeks.
The silver rose has bloomed
and will not blossom 'til spring.
Withered petal long blown
in winds and decayed.
Ruined are my dreams
that lay scattered about me.
Just like withered petal,
I am softly in misery.

*Тадеус

Devoid of artistry.
Words become annoying,
they be meaningless,
wrung out.
Wrested,
yes wrested,
words only wound
the already injured heart.
Artless tales relate,
read my misery.
All artless,
without
you.
Devoid.
Empty.
Meaningless,
without
you.

­*Тадеус

Nothing but the dried up leaf
that blow all around the lawn.
Leafless tree standing so tall
wave bare branches to the skies.
All have left, I am alone,
and nothing left but dried leaf.
Forsaken by friend, neighbour,
and no one care to see me.
All have left, I am alone.
Nothing left but dried up leaf.
Soon, dried leaf will be forgot,
and I, too, will be forgot.

*Тадеус