Today, the day is crying All night, And since early morning, Filled with melancholy Waters Up to the brim.
Slowly overflowing Streams and rivers Under my bridges.
I am adding My tear or two Of the salty liquid To the mill.
We will Finally reach The sea, The ocean blue. There is no Rush, No haste, No hurry.
Easy does it.
Life is just An accident.
It may take a while, A year or two, A day Or a week.
Who is counting The hours, The minutes?
Not me.
What's wrong With just sailing, Going With the flow?
There is nothing, Nothing, Nothing wrong.
~This is not my Poem; this belongs to me Lamushkia; (Milushka) who is no longer with us. Check out her other poems in her collection here. She deserves to be remembered. ~Anna
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Prior Reviews: Patti Masterman-Heterodynemind Aug 25 Exquisite in every way. I could read this a thousand times and gain something new with each reading. :) ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ Yelena M Sep 20 'adding My tear or two Of the salty liquid To the mill' - quite beautiful. Poetry from the soul and for the soul.Thanks for sharing, Anna.