My life's like an abandoned church,
Devoid of the belief;
But spirit has a sudden urge
For goodness and relief;
My mind is hidden from the eye
Yet you can see with ease;
The crumbling walls, remains of mica
And steps all grey and greased;
With curiosity or pride
You try to see
What's inside:
The fragile wisdom frescoes hide
And angels' frozen glee;
The words once said
With mellow sound
Were treasured;
Fear was profound and
And truth was born and bred;
You hear: stream flows nearby
Hurrying to join the river;
And off you go:
Without a guide,
Where tender winds,
Leaves quiver;
But from behind
You hear singing
It's a choir;
Their voices soft, spreading
Like silk and wringing
- like fire;
To whom do they belong?
Whom they address and why?
The evening's quiet and
The song to the horizon flies...
My Life s Like an Abandoned Church
© Copyright: Ирина Стародубцева 3, 2017
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Hi there! Is this a misspelling? "With curiosity or pride
You pry to see" (not "PRY" but "TRY"?). Thank you for your excelent poems!
Андрей Боровков 04.09.2018 23:54 • Заявить о нарушении
You pry to see" (not "PRY" but "TRY"?). Thank you for your excelent poems!
Андрей Боровков 04.09.2018 23:54 • Заявить о нарушении
Hello, Andrew! Yes, you’re right! I corrected the misprint. Thank you much!
Have an great autumn full of verses🍂🐧📚
Ирина Стародубцева 3 05.09.2018 21:50 Заявить о нарушении
Have an great autumn full of verses🍂🐧📚
Ирина Стародубцева 3 05.09.2018 21:50 Заявить о нарушении
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