The world is a swamp where human-like frogs
Abusively croak and push one another
Determining beaks of magnificent storks
As ivory doors to Heaven and farther.
And though it’s covered with emerald moss,
With tiny and beautiful flowers of heather,
A hasty and careless step means a loss
Of purity, honor and courage together.
When cranberries smolder like rubies of blood
They look like a sign of hazard and misgiving
And pour to your mouth the monstrous flood
Of sour taste of the everyday living.
The carpet below is loathsomely wet,
The chain of my traces is restless and endless.
I keep in my memory dreamers I met
And poems extinguished like holiday candles.
Why not me to skip from the squalor and pomp?
Why not I to swim like a dolphin in water
And vividly change my direction and quarter?
I’m able to swim but the world is a swamp!
Swamp
© Copyright: Бибр Бибарадум, 2006
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