"In That Last Dance Of Chances

"In that last dance of chances

When I know you'll not be mine

I will let you go with longing

And the hope that you'll be fine."

/The latest pictures I drew while reading. It's hard for me to describe how mentally devastated I was. Yes, I'm not opposed to taking a break to read rw chronicles. The last picture is an attempt to figure out how Beloved looks in darker colors(brown as an appleseed🥺)

/And now, something else. In the translation to my native language, the poem sounded a little different and I decided to translate it back literally. This is the first version I read, and damn it, the dance of hope? There's no hope here. I really like this version, but damn it, how I cried.

The last dance is a dance of hope,

Fleeting, like a dream and smoke.

I will leave the hall, unable to watch,

How easily you spin with someone else.

The last dance is a dance of hope...

The weight of farewell is heavy.

May the other one, to whom you’ll go,

Return your wings.

The last dance is a dance of hope...

I’ll let you go without a word.

May the one who will take my place,

Give you love.

The last dance is a dance of hope...

The thread fades, breaks.

To know each other - and lose everything,

And live... and not live... not live.