O come, o see the peace around!
How ants investigate the ground,
How maples whirl their leaves in dance,
How gracefully young rabbits prance!
O come and catch the moment - there!
There's grandma rocking in her chair,
There purrs the cat - so red, so old,
There plays a toddler in the mold..
O come! Rejoice and breathe as if
You're standing on a beachy cliff,
As if you're shouting ocean deep,
As if the gulls can't hear you weep!
O come, return to golden times,
When people could find love in rhymes,
When every one and two and three,
Could sit and chat beneath a tree.
O come and kiss my deadly brow.
I'm dying. Slowly. Hardly. Now.
Your dreams, your aims, your goals, they all -
Awaited for my painful fall.
O, come - o come and make it be!
Come and return the life in me!
Give me a chance, give me new birth.
I'm waiting. Yours. Sincerely. Earth.
Hope
© Copyright: Айя Евтушенко, 2019
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