Maybe this poem is not one of the best things I'd written but for some reasons it is dear to me :)
Dust stays, as a sad cover
On your eyes.
Why don’t you try
To call the wind for help?
It’s the spring wind
Smelling like wild berries
And like sun after the rain
Like birds flying
And the sunbeams shining
On the last
Traces of pain.
This is the spring sun:
Melting all the snow,
Haunting all the streets
And the city walls,
Running over bridges
Small towers and buildings
Looking for his love.
Dust stays, as a sad cover
On your eyes.
Why don’t you try
To call the wind for help?
It’s the spring wind
Smelling like wild berries
And like sun after the rain
Like birds flying
And the sunbeams shining
On the last
Traces of pain.
This is the spring sun:
Melting all the snow,
Haunting all the streets
And the city walls,
Running over bridges
Small towers and buildings
Looking for his love.
2 comments:
frumoasa acuoarela...si textul too.
multumesc :) textul e al meu, acuarela nu, e luata de pe net ;) - dar astept ceva nou in blogul tau, banuiesc ca acum in Romania e deja vara :)
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