The poem about a wish for new love, but any of us can see something of his own
The fountain's dull streams have faded in the hit.
The scorching air melts other grey domes.
The splinters of the signs make my eyes weep.
The lungs are squeezed with burning air.
The marry chirp of birds is quite down.
So feeling sick because of sharp grin's bare
That shows its residents the turbid town.
The river crawls trying to catch the riverside
With sullen anguish looking to the west.
The stares of the walls are dimmer than the muddy light,
As if they want to slake with drink their thirst.
The buildings whine under the yellow fronts
Nudging each other like the mob of tombs.
Where the windows look with blackness of their eyes
The languid moan of faded gardens is heard.
Ennui with fire burns my sole.
Your love with heat fatigues belief.
The close embrace predicts no hope.
The heavy sigh gives no relief.
Your black glance pierces with rough thorns.
Your dry lips whisper lifeless words.
I want to cross the high threshold
And long to feel fresh waves of cold.
Having closed the eyes, with slightest movement,
I stretch my hand for vague blue dream.
Affection cords are strong and prudent
Having tied up my freedom, rest and peace.
But crystal thought no longer can have strength
To strain my will craving for the flight
Where blue spaciousness of flood has grace,
And cool fountain drops will fall tonight,
Already far away from figures bending down,
Feeling of solitude avoids me in the whole,
The shadow from the rain-oracle approaches the town,
The dense sky's dark blue colour refreshes my sole,
Now wind is overtaking, kissing my lips with tender,
Touching my temples with its splendid colds,
Pellucid fountain's drops of nacre
Are playing on my arms like pearls,
The trees absorb all freshness of the alleys,
The river speaks about its journey-way.
I wish to step into the greenish valleys,
To go along the rainbow and see another day.
Poetry by Alla Antares
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Written on 2007-02-27 at 13:32
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The houses are torn by asphalt roads.The fountain's dull streams have faded in the hit.
The scorching air melts other grey domes.
The splinters of the signs make my eyes weep.
The lungs are squeezed with burning air.
The marry chirp of birds is quite down.
So feeling sick because of sharp grin's bare
That shows its residents the turbid town.
The river crawls trying to catch the riverside
With sullen anguish looking to the west.
The stares of the walls are dimmer than the muddy light,
As if they want to slake with drink their thirst.
The buildings whine under the yellow fronts
Nudging each other like the mob of tombs.
Where the windows look with blackness of their eyes
The languid moan of faded gardens is heard.
Ennui with fire burns my sole.
Your love with heat fatigues belief.
The close embrace predicts no hope.
The heavy sigh gives no relief.
Your black glance pierces with rough thorns.
Your dry lips whisper lifeless words.
I want to cross the high threshold
And long to feel fresh waves of cold.
Having closed the eyes, with slightest movement,
I stretch my hand for vague blue dream.
Affection cords are strong and prudent
Having tied up my freedom, rest and peace.
But crystal thought no longer can have strength
To strain my will craving for the flight
Where blue spaciousness of flood has grace,
And cool fountain drops will fall tonight,
Already far away from figures bending down,
Feeling of solitude avoids me in the whole,
The shadow from the rain-oracle approaches the town,
The dense sky's dark blue colour refreshes my sole,
Now wind is overtaking, kissing my lips with tender,
Touching my temples with its splendid colds,
Pellucid fountain's drops of nacre
Are playing on my arms like pearls,
The trees absorb all freshness of the alleys,
The river speaks about its journey-way.
I wish to step into the greenish valleys,
To go along the rainbow and see another day.
Poetry by Alla Antares
Read 532 times
Written on 2007-02-27 at 13:32
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