I still remember that white shore
that had appeared from the gloom,
that saved our peace from pain and war
and helped to find the way to bloom.
It was the time to say good bye
to our senseless recollections,
to make them fly away and die,
to find new truth and new reflections.
We had to study to forgive,
to make up our minds, to fly,
to serve the freedom, to believe
and rise our hearts up to the sky.
I still believe that our souls
are too alive to be extinguished
when our masks and our roles
will be removed and demolished.
And never let me forget this!
And wake me up if I forget!
In our world of hopes and tears
there is no time for regret.
Reflections
© Copyright: Лиз Цуркан, 2019
Свидетельство о публикации №119090203994
Свидетельство о публикации №119090203994
Рецензии