My broken heart is feeling cold.
The sky is crying grey rain-drops.
I see the City, faced with gold,
And think about vital stops.
My time in life is passing quickly
And years are rushing by so fast.
I know that I'm just a weakling;
I feel the divine force's stress.
My actions...They are not examples.
My thoughts drown in the pall...
This Temple was the best of Temples.
I'm praying at the Western Wall.
Life changes; days turn into seasons.
Life gives a chance to go on.
And I'll have so many reasons
To break all borders-to return.
June 2003
Meditations
© Copyright: Alexander Komissarov, 2003
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Greetings Alexander! Thanks for this thrilling poem. I wish you were strong enough for as long as you come to live wherever you desire and belong to. I've enjoyed this one and am sure to be back for reading more. Sincerely, Oleg
Олег Иванилов 18.07.2009 05:25 • Заявить о нарушении
Олег Иванилов 18.07.2009 05:25 • Заявить о нарушении
Thanks, Oleg. I am very glad that you like my poem. It was written during pritty difficult time of my life. I went through many life barriers and I wish to be stronger then I was.
Thanks again and you are wellcome on my page.
Sincerely,
Alex
Alexander Komissarov 18.07.2009 07:42 Заявить о нарушении
Thanks again and you are wellcome on my page.
Sincerely,
Alex
Alexander Komissarov 18.07.2009 07:42 Заявить о нарушении
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