i'm chatting with Lyov now. he told me about this poem posted in a forum. the author is B. Poghosyan. i loved the poem!

Tell The Tale

Tell the tale of a smile and the sun,
Would I change with the sun one your smile?
No sun and no moon, you're the one,
But I failed, and that is my style.
Tell the tale of the man and a snow,
How the snow melts in hands of the man,
Like a dream, like a smole, like a love,
When a dream and a love are for fun.
Tell the tale of the wind and the clouds,
How the wind gathers clouds on my head,
How the clouds start a storm, cry so loud,
And in waves you're the light to direct.
Tell the tale of the head and the heart,
How the head knew that you won't be mine,
But the heart cut the head all apart,
And my love of my pain is a sign.
Здесь я пропущу, а то два листа идет.
Tell the tale of the touch I won't have,
Of the kiss, that will never be mine,
Of the love, that was able to save,
But you never showed any sign.
...
Tell the tale of the flowers I picked,
Of the guilts now I'm punished for,
Now I'm down in the dust, hurt and kicked,
Now I'm much worse than I was before.
Tell the tale how I'm dying alone,
How my blood slowly dripps on the floor,
Broken heart, broken mind, broken stone,
All in mess, all in scars, nothing more.
...
Tell the tale, tell me another one,
I just need to hear your sweet voice,
How the world sometimes crashes down,
How my feelings, my dear, aren't toys.
Tell the tale of the love and fate,
How my love in no fate could believe,
Tell the tale how a boy could not hate,
And a girl gave him strength just to live.