I have presumed to imagine
What is the most important thing
To get to know the life like pages
Of any book composed for me.
That is not easy to be honest
When you are talking of the life,
Because the life is like a forest
Where you must fight to save your wife.
There are no roads in such a forest
And you are looking right and left;
And you are staying like a tourist –
You have to make your own path.
You have to go towards the light,
Between the trees, to realize
How can pretty be and bright
That lovely real Paradise.
But if you haven’t reached the purpose,
You would not like to go away.
And our life is like the circle,
The start and end of which is grave.
The endless road
© Copyright: Евгений Бледных, 2008
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Eugenе, this is very nice! I'm not sure about the rhyme, but the contents, the message rather is very interesting, unique I should say (if it's your idea, of course). There are a few minor mistakes, but, on the whole, the poem is profound :)
With deepest respect and best wishes
Василиса Романова 24.08.2008 01:50 • Заявить о нарушении
With deepest respect and best wishes
Василиса Романова 24.08.2008 01:50 • Заявить о нарушении