Falling like a feather from the sky,
Rolling like a clatter downhill,
Simply so, or maybe someone knows why,
Is there a reason; is there a God Almighty’s will?
Dreaming like a dreamer without a cause,
Knowing nothing, seeing no green,
Hoping, as if the reason for hope was,
My own life and my own following…
I ain’t got no following!
I am alone and treading without rest,
In me erupts my bitter outing,
My soul reads: do not trespass!
The signs are broken trees,
Ovations dying, color of the dark olive,
I’m staring out, looking for the enemies,
Still standing, fighting, still alive!
No following, no back-up, no you…
Just me and loneliness, described misunderstanding,
The music goes well, the colour of the blue,
This cruel fight, the fight, that’s never-ending…
àäðåñà: https://www.poetryclub.com.ua/getpoem.php?id=3241
Ðóáðèêà: Ñòèõè, êîòîðûå íå âîøëè â ðóáðèêó
äàòà íàäõîäæåííÿ 04.07.2004
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