воскресенье, 28 октября 2012 г.

you


pick the stars
from the heaven.
shake the peak of the mountains.
catch the wind
in your hands.
shelter the cloud,
it seems homeless.
seek me
forever,
I haven’t a temple
even in that world
I think.
you are flying
faster
than
thought.
fly
without wings.
can you find
me
anywhere?......
your head is bent
like
a poppy fields,
leave your sweetheart
with praying hands.
her gaze is vanishing
so far away.
leave your mother
waiting for you.
till the dawn
with open eyes.
leave your friend
full of tears,
the apple tree
in his dream.
the father you are,
my dear,
coming nearer to me.

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