I m going for a walk
In wistful autumn morning,
I don t want any talks
And that s enough to quarrel.
I want to be alone
With only sand around,
I m throwing up the stone,
It ll drop back to the ground.
The smoke is going down
And covering the seashore
In this life what I ve done?
I keep my tears in my heart.
I see the white white bird
I hear the seagull crying,
Show me your soulstate
And things you re denying.
She flew aroud me twice
And slowly dissapeared,
At that moment I recognized
What means to feel you free.
I think a lot about
My mind, the force of spirit,
I think about my heart –
How much it takes to clear it.
The seagull knows, of course
What I am doing here,
What reason I m waiting for,
What girl I call “my dear”.
I want to have my wings
And fly like a desert eagle,
Perhaps, it s only dream,
Inspired by this seagull.
декабрь 2008
The Seagull
© Copyright: Ясь Ярошик, 2011
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Best wishes,
Таис Бочкарев 03.05.2011 21:13 • Заявить о нарушении
Best wishes,
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