I am applausive,
I can see a Lion:
He jerked up his
Trifle gloomy,
mighty head
So passionless.
He moves his tail hardly.
His regal skin
Is brightening…
He’s lying kingly,
Staring motionless…
I’d like to cover
With my palms
His flaring eyes…
To feel the tremor
Of a bird inside,
Which aspires
To live and take off
From the cage,
To fly high
In the sky
Toward desires…
And suddenly
I hear lion's roar,
And I forget
About all things
In the whole world.
I shudder... And
At that instant moment
It seems to me
That I can see
the desert’s face,
And feel
Its dense and sultry wind…
I love that Lion…
As He is in
An iron cell…
He's cloistered.
The Lion
© Copyright: Асмолова Екатерина Александровна, 2009
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