Pasha

A black fire ball,
an exquisite doll,
my faithful companion, each day,
at the crack of new dawn I hear your call -
get out of bed right away.

It’s time for fun,
we go for a run,
the ocean is waving salute,
sunrise, magic paint, seagulls, surfers reign,
my privacy and solitude.

I go for a swim,
the wave takes me in,
fragrant air and water are fresh,
you are not my child, not of human kind
but you are my closest flesh.

On the water’s edge
you bark me a pledge,
golden sand and our footprints -
they mix and stretch in a staggering sketch
you and I -  we run with the winds.

The waving tail,
black eyes, shriek wail,
no one loves me the way you do.
For God’s paradise, I will not pay the price -
I will join the one with you.


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What a charming poem! I particularly love the ending, the generosity and spontaneity, the freedom and lyrical grace of spirit, but above all, the empathy.

Jena Woodhouse   14.01.2005 05:42     Заявить о нарушении
Dear Jena,

Thank you. Pasha is my black toy poodle. He is only 3.5 kg and brings into the world constant love and joy.

I would love to discuss with you some of my translation. Can I write to you?

Thank you

А Н Е Л   18.01.2005 05:28   Заявить о нарушении
Dear Lena,
I'd love to hear from you.
Regards, Jena

Jena Woodhouse   18.01.2005 05:42   Заявить о нарушении
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