About different kinds of bad feelings that can hit any man like arrows and change or ruin his life.
And touching thinning shores
Gods send to the Eternity
The arrows from their bows.
The arrow white, like mist, has disappeared
Ana vanished in the air that he's breathed.
Forgets the life and restlessness of real,
Acquires calmness – the desire of his.
The arrow red then flights and touches
The tired bodies of the two.
So love will melt and nothing matters,
No miracle that you can do.
The arrow black is in the wineglass,
And, mixed with wine, it breaks the string.
At nights under the green cool branches
He'll never sing again of spring.
The yellow is the worst of arrows
Released without a goal to fly
To touch your heart, to fill with sorrows,
Deprives the happiness of life.
The arrows sharp burn love and tenderness, and laughter,
Granting misfortunes, fear, sin and grief.
What would you be like thereafter
When struck by each of arrow deep?
Poetry by Alla Antares
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Written on 2007-02-26 at 09:15
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Arrows
Enhancing red-hot sunsetsAnd touching thinning shores
Gods send to the Eternity
The arrows from their bows.
The arrow white, like mist, has disappeared
Ana vanished in the air that he's breathed.
Forgets the life and restlessness of real,
Acquires calmness – the desire of his.
The arrow red then flights and touches
The tired bodies of the two.
So love will melt and nothing matters,
No miracle that you can do.
The arrow black is in the wineglass,
And, mixed with wine, it breaks the string.
At nights under the green cool branches
He'll never sing again of spring.
The yellow is the worst of arrows
Released without a goal to fly
To touch your heart, to fill with sorrows,
Deprives the happiness of life.
The arrows sharp burn love and tenderness, and laughter,
Granting misfortunes, fear, sin and grief.
What would you be like thereafter
When struck by each of arrow deep?
Poetry by Alla Antares
Read 885 times
Written on 2007-02-26 at 09:15
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