I wait the wonder, wait the wonder
But troubles come instead of it.
It falls the rain, it claps the thunder,
I shouldn't get the heaven's gift.
The train's been late, the plane's been frozen
For our date would never been.
But I still wait. The fate's been chosen
To give the tests for our team.
Perhaps the words of someone's person
Would separate us for the poles.
And we'll begin to change the versions,
The names, the faces and the holes.
God knows about our meeting,
I think about it in my dreams.
Oh, come to me in welcome evening,
Give me the dew, give me the streams.
And I'll forget about the thunder,
And steal the lucky someone's bit.
I wait the wonder, wait the wonder
But troubles come instead of it...
I Wait The Wonder
© Copyright: Юрий Розвадовский, 2008
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They always come instead of it, and when there are too much of them, we sometimes miss those little wonders our life endows us with.
But in your poem lives the Hope, and so in me.
Best regards,
Владислав Тимошин 12.03.2008 11:14 • Заявить о нарушении
But in your poem lives the Hope, and so in me.
Best regards,
Владислав Тимошин 12.03.2008 11:14 • Заявить о нарушении
Thank you, Vlad, for your very interesting thoughts. Let the real wonders will come to you!
Sincerely yours,
Yuriy
Юрий Розвадовский 13.03.2008 02:43 Заявить о нарушении
Sincerely yours,
Yuriy
Юрий Розвадовский 13.03.2008 02:43 Заявить о нарушении