The Gift

You gave me neverending sadness.
I’ve drowned myself in melancholic dreams;
The map inside in postcard marked the endless road to nowhere –
It increased my sorrow,
It released my grief.

I will depart from these illusions in the morning
When the sun will drench its face with morning’s dew;
You gave me never ending sorrow-
I take it with me.
I always do.