The soul through the eyes of a human"

The eyes are a mirror maze of the soul, where the trace of time lives.

What was seen will find a home in the depths of the heart forever.

The shimmering light of memories flows through the fog,

And the silent portrait of the past will come to life in the pupils.

Through my own eyes, I saw her sad flight:

A dead crow on the ground, where the night's darkness looms.

Motionless and cold... In my soul - unbearable oppression,

The world has faded in the troubled gloom, the longing in me sings.

I wanted to ask how many days she had been here, laying her ashes,

Without affection, without a trace, in the earth, sleeping?

The answer was silence:only thoughts burned my soul, trembling

In my chest, a heavy silence that lay in my heart.

That image, etched into my memory like a scar, will live forever,

It oppresses, torments, and restricts my breath.

And in every glint of my eyes, I see the echo of past hardships. I've witnessed the bitterness that finds its way.

We remember everything: the sun's rays, the gloomy sunset,

And the weight of the world that falls upon us.