I’m a thought that escapes you without forming
I’m a stranger you pass in the street, not turning
Someone nameless, homeless, in need of warming
I’m a caption you cut from a silent movie
A forgotten track that you don’t mind skipping
I’m a beggar staring down unmoving
In a memory you’ve got no room for keeping
I’m a quiet child you go on ignoring
Once a year receiving your thoughtless presents
On your map I’m a place not worth exploring
I’m a dream locked up in your sleeping presence
I’m a snowflake you never notice falling
In your season of overlapping winters
I’m a cry for help but you don’t hear me calling
As I find no way through your open windows
I’m a magic spell that you won’t be learning
I’m a saving prayer you won’t be hearing
I’m an angel who’ll pass over you, not turning
Someone glowing, beautiful and unfearing
Свидетельство о публикации №119070205368
I am very grateful to both of you.
Нowever, it seemed to me that I was reading the letter of an adult child abandoned by his father in early childhood, namely to his father.
Аge difference or my imperfect English is the reason for this perception of yours, Lyudmila, original text.
Ирина Камина 08.07.2020 09:34 Заявить о нарушении
PS Alice's version is unbelievable. She's an awesome translator and poet.
Людмила Прасад 08.07.2020 12:26 Заявить о нарушении