When I smile at the Sun,
That shining golden medal,
I feel something stir inside,
And blissfully go mental.
Days may pass, I’d still rejoice
At this foolish mem’ry,
Gleaming right through my essence,
Generously merry…
When I twinkle at the Moon,
That pale silver pendant,
I’m beside myself: the boon,
Gracefully resplendent.
Dusks will go and dawns will come,
Timeless, formless spirit
Will tell me that we are one:
Wholeness and no limit…
When I humbly hug the Sea,
That precious sapphire platter,
There is nothing I can’t see:
All flows back, de-scattered…
Waves may crash and birds may sing,
Thunderous in their beauty,
Lastly, will I find my peace
In this senseless duty.
Movember - Beardcember '16
Three Graces
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Please, think on... What about the idea to enclose the list of complicated words from a poem with Russian translation?
Андрей Боровков 07.09.2018 04:33 • Заявить о нарушении
Андрей Боровков 07.09.2018 04:33 • Заявить о нарушении
Good one. Although, I'd struggle telling apart complicated words and their more straight-forward counterparts...
I'll give it a thought. Thanks!
Тим Волков 10.09.2018 08:36 Заявить о нарушении
I'll give it a thought. Thanks!
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