|
New author's poems about love and life
***
You
You let my moments
You illumines his creation
You're either with me inspiration fire.
How? As I shone without you?
You. You pierced the expanse of white ship
You. You were a rock, was the same sea.
Foam of the sea I will become,
I cover all your edge.
You. You are in a secret halo knowledge.
You. The Messenger stars strangers and strange.
You. Drank all love to dna-
Sparkled in the sky, I keenly.
You. Touch not hide
You. Give me the same as my will,
Leave on the bottom slightly
Will I survive somehow.
You should know, my dear
...
You should know, my dear,
How was I in those days dank,
Hoping to just be themselves.
As I lacked ease
Fooling the axis of the globe.
You should know, my dear,
As my soul was in distress
What my heart patient
I miss you sip.
You should know, my dear,
What other ways are not for me,
The path of my harder longer
But dearer and closer to me.
You should know, my dear
What is this my oath
Do not allow to open all the doors,
Seal secret keeping.
You should know, my dear,
That even when I die
The Nightingale and the desert steppe
I can not be a dream-reality.
You should know, my dear,
What I will live century
In those I loved,
And who hated slightly.
Do not dream
As if playing dreams
Hiding in the ice track of them,
It follows in the footsteps of frustration
And, sadly, smelling of snow.
As if faceless bird
Waved, zadernuv window
And in my delirious dream
All that already anyway.
As if an invisible stranger
On a white horse at the window,
Perhaps the prince of dreams,
Which waited for forty years?
But I will not let. I will not reveal.
All. He chased.
In his midnight slumber
What if you go for the dream,
I do not want to be your dream.
Author Oksana Shapira
|
