For those who entered the forest,
Whose hearts consist of mountain woods,
The solid ice - their peaceful protest,
The tribal anthem - constant mood.
And spiny spruces - cozy bedroom,
They know, it always claws to wounds.
And later, trees' eternal temple
Will rest their bones where were
marooned.
Seeds and leaves, and cones, and berries,
Share your breakfast with the beast
Claiming freedom, close your window
Wind grows dim it with a mist.
The broken ribs since your first climbing
Fragile chest cage keeps your heart,
Your savage soul, oh, nameless hero
The forest air fills tender lungs.
12.09.2012
Into the Wild
© Copyright: Марина Хирш, 2012
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Your dangerous forest is so conish, so berriish ;0)))
Съргъй Писатель-И-Поэт 06.11.2012 16:43 • Заявить о нарушении
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