When night fell on town
Enough to be mentioned
And Moon sent its crown
Unnoticed at all
A billion of planets
Has shined its reflection
Like crystal-made magnets
That spelt our world
We looked down the mountain
At meadows’ clean surface
Where summer was haunting
The last firefly
There’s nothing between us
And this sleepy silence
That’s counting its minutes
To the time of sunrise
Dissolving in sonnets
Of birds and cicadas
We’ll wait for the strongest
To sing it along
And waving to heavens
So free as no others
We’re learning the essence
Of what we call “home”
Sonnets of the Evening
© Copyright: Максим Савельев, 2009
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Fantastic! I really like the spellbinding song-like rythm and beautiful images.
Congrats!
Беляева Дина 01.05.2009 00:31 • Заявить о нарушении
Congrats!
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