Like undistinguishable horses, <br />Gleam by my ever-painful days, <br />As if fade all the living roses, <br />And die all living nightingales. <br /> <br />But she is, too, upset and saddened, <br />My single governess – my love, <br />And under her skin of a satin, <br />The poisoned blood is now moved. <br /> <br />And if I stand the world I live in, <br />That is because I have a dream: <br />Both of us, like two blind children, <br />Will go to the highland’s rims, <br /> <br />Where clouds are so white and close, <br />Where only goats run the dales, <br />To seek forever faded roses, <br />And hark to lifeless nightingales.<br /><br />Nikolai Stepanovich Gumilev<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/like-undistinguishable-horses/
