Low clouds sailing slowly through the sky above my head;
No desire, no thought, no feeling… Am I still alive or dead?
I can see the world around me, I can hear the noise around –
Hear the music of the city, feel the depth of every sound…
But the life of the tremendous, monstrous city clasps my chest,
I’m aweary of noises, I am seeking for some rest:
Rest – away from ugly buildings, from the dirt of paves and souls:
I would wish to breathe fresh air, feel the ground under my soles…
Of the beauty of the nature, tender harmony of her,
Her integrity and pure, contrast to the city’s blur,
I am thinking every moment, keen on nature’s perfect art,
And so everywhere I gently keep this treasure in my heart…
19 December 2010
The City
© Copyright: Элис Ларк, 2011
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