Walking on the antique streets
I remember lives I've not lived,
I remember past, long before my birth,
Hear music of the ancient world.
These walls, this pavement and the river
Fill me with this overwhelming feeling
Of the time which didn't let me
Come here sooner than today.
I see shadows of the past
I smell parsley and rose oil
I hear clash of ancient swords
I sense fire and blood.
I stand beneath the arches,
Columns hide the sun from me
I will soon depart though
My heart will forever stay here.
Walking on the antique streets
© Copyright: Оксана Малефисента Тихомирова, 2015
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