Do not become a mere sadness

Echo is heard on the lines of the palms.
You forgive me
For moments, days,
For a century of nights.
You wear greens
Color.
There's my name there,
It is a symbol,
And in the morning - the allegory of the past believe.
You make me frankness
To be.
I strung the dreams of the consciousness,
I will select the best
But the most difficult will take.
I used to do so.
Truly, you were a joy
Do not become a mere sadness,
Because it will be extended,
And my heart will stop beating.