Scratched letters among fragile pages
Echoing the melody that is so ageless
I heard them once and still remember:
The song of forest rivers in November
And far -away birds' bittersweet ring
Reflected from mind in sudden swing ;
A handful of warmth in cold winter
I carried in a heart, - my love's splinter.
Let tears exhibit feelings as beautiful
As lost of them made present dreadful
Do not know why I was given to you,
But I let the road lead me as you did too.
Don't be quite- paint a sky on a window
And will be new sunrise on old meadow.
Beyond the horizon the promised place ,
Where fluffy clouds move in swift pace-
It's all what I will take there with me
It's all what I will let after me to be.
Oct 12, 2015
Oct 12, 2015 at 5:35 PM UTC
Scratched letters among fragile pages
Echoing the melody that is so ageless
I heard them once and still remember:
The song of forest rivers in November
And far -away birds' bittersweet ring
Reflected from mind in sudden swing ;
A handful of warmth in cold winter
I carried in a heart, - my love's splinter.
Let tears exhibit feelings as beautiful
As lost of them made present dreadful
Do not know why I was given to you,
But I let the road lead me as you did too.
Don't be quite- paint a sky on a window
And will be new sunrise on old meadow.
Beyond the horizon the promised place ,
Where fluffy clouds move in swift pace-
It's all what I will take there with me
It's all what I will let after me to be.
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