A June exciting evening in the Louver Park
While I was sitting there at an ancient pond
My mind declared me in that moment 'What a lark!
Your joys of life go up as if you beat the gong!'
Oh! They're refined and cultivated just on half.
And when I get them I feel often no delight
Because I know exactly it is not enough
To joy in every day, to revel in the light.
I know there is an essence there so far away,
It would to help me to believe in life again.
I’m seeking after that into my sad today,
I’ll have to looking for that in tomorrow then.
Although those search and efforts are the waste of time.
In fact I’m sure that my troubles are my past.
But yesterday was covered by the coat of rime
Which come from the other side of the ocean with a gust.
5 July 2008
Evening in the Louver Park
© Copyright: Сергей Шерарьев, 2008
Свидетельство о публикации №108070803421
Свидетельство о публикации №108070803421
Рецензии