"unapproachable" poems
Distant, Detached, Unfriendly, Unapproachable, Unsympathetic, Withdrawn, Antisocial....
I keep my distance for fear of being hurt by those I let my walls down for.
I am detached from worldly possessions because they cause pain when lost.
I am unfriendly due to my inability to smile through the bad times.
I am unapproachable to those with judging eyes.
I am unsympathetic to those that have their needs met.
I am withdrawn so that no one can see my past.
I am antisocial due to my observant nature
I am aloof
Nov 8, 2014
Nov 8, 2014 at 2:39 AM UTC
I love...
I hate....
I like....
I loathe....
Two complete opposites on this scale of human emotions
What lies in between
Is it acceptance or tolerance
What better person to ask than one's self
When those shades meld, what color is formed
Love is often the passionate red
While hate is the unapproachable intimidation of black
Is it the same as the mother earth or the same liquid that flow in our arteries
I still don't understand these feelings that I feel for you
I hope that perhaps as I get to know you
My vision clarity will be unblurred
That it will become more vivid as I notice more than monochrome nor the neutrality of angry red
Jul 14, 2014
Jul 14, 2014 at 7:28 AM UTC
This life, although startling in its brilliance,
remains confined to the electrical shadows
cast on the walls of our brains.
Do you ever feel…
no, no, no
not feel.
Well maybe feel...
or sense…
that everlasting something
sometimes off in the distance I can see…
I’d love to take my hands
and, like the meaty instruments they are, dance
sweet symphonies up and down
your body.
Your mysterious mountains I wish to see closer
to land my ***** machine
among majestic silver seas and
strange beautiful grass of green.
I would use my subtle touch to say
what I couldn’t any other way and
drag you down to the depths.
But things are not so simple
in life
as in our thoughts,
nor so rough
as our poor idiotic language.
*Every hand, give me your hand.
I’ll talk to you, you wont understand.*
These electrical shadows cry at the ultimate,
but our mere conception shames it.
Like the dream tigers we desperately try to craft
they continue to disintegrate
like the castles made of sands,
rocks piled on rocks
reaching for the stars.
The firmer the hold,
the quicker it slips away.
“Just try squeezing the truth from water,”
the angels sing to me in my sleep.
And it’s the love of dreams
which is so greedy for recognition
swiftly performed in the sight of all.
And it’s the waves I feel…
well maybe not feel.
And I wanna say **** you”
because I still love you.
I sense…
well maybe not sense…
And I feel
my soul being slit up as if by a razor.
frenzied but beautiful and
an awful ambiguity grinning over it all,
cackling out the Tao’s opening words,
lukewarm to the point of being
enigmatic,
“The truth that can be told, that is no eternal truth.”
I guess after the laughter, then comes the tears.
**** you, Lao Tzu
and your ****** ancient wisdom.
Why you staring at my finger when I’m pointing at the moon?
I got nothing at all.
The center, unapproachable
forever.
You’re willing to die you coward
but not to live.
Love life more than the meaning of it.
Sep 19, 2011
Sep 19, 2011 at 8:25 PM UTC
Welcome my Princess! Oh Heavens,
For the queen of my heart
Is about to offer to nature
Her complete beauty of Africa,
Give her the Kente cloth
In its rich, natural and splendid array,
And offer her newborn feet with
The golden sandals and diamond beads,
Behold! There she descends from the
Unapproachable eternal flames of the sun,
With the divine firmament
Fizzling at her flammable tune,
See how the precious fragrant branches
Of the clouds covers her lovely feet,
For the clouds have gathered and there is
Nothing more to expect but the storm,
Oh yes, I have found a ****** woman,
The beauty among the daughters of great men,
Whose eyes are as brilliant as the star
And as delightful as a sugarcane;
Behold, her face is as bright as palm wine;
Her hair sleeps like a slender thread,
And her stature is as that of a pawpaw tree,
She is called Obaahemaa Kabutuwaa
And truly she is Rasses Kabutuwaa
Whose eyes are those of the faithful dove,
Truly, Kabutuwaa whose
Gods is like that of bees,
Slim, black and full of sweetness,
Truly, Kabutuwaa is obedient and wise,
Truly, Kabutuwaa for whom
All men felt love in their hearts!
Come! Oh my unveiled one,
And expose thy soft and loamy face,
For the nations shall seek and
Behold thy enviable eternal beauty,
Ah, the proud effeminate shadow of Africa,
Please show the angelic face of
Thy love to my perturbed soul,
For thou art an African ****** indeed.
© PRINCE NANA ANIN-AGYEI
Email: [email protected]
Apr 8, 2013
Apr 8, 2013 at 6:58 AM UTC
_
her heart has been broken
so many times she wonders
if it's beyond repair.
the walls she once loathed
now surround her heart,
unapproachable by man.
each night she lies
awake wondering if
anyone hears her cries.
but He hears her
and tells her heart to be still
for He will dry her tears,
take her and restore
her broken heart.
for she is His bride.
_
Mar 22, 2019
Mar 22, 2019 at 7:52 PM UTC
For the longest time,
The stage was nothing but a dream.
The microphone,
Unapproachable…
Nervous shaking legs,
And red cheeks
Kept me away…
Now I stand here,
Confidant,
And the mic
Is like an old arch enemy,
I’m now on good terms with.
Given I still feel shy,
Timid to talk louder,
But just vocal enough
To say something right.
That and it always helps,
To have a warm crowd,
People who don’t mind
If you babble about
Such nonsense as
Having stage fright,
They might be just as nervous
As I am,
Thus able to relate,
I begin to feel a connection.
I’m no longer afraid to look up,
Look at the eyes,
I was once afraid to see.
Knowing,
All of them where staring back at me.
Now the stage is my playground,
And this room,
Is becoming like home,
With it’s red cozy chairs,
And it’s wine’s and it’s beer’s
Chasing away my fear
To stand up here,
And say,
I’m just glad to be here…
Jan 28, 2013
Jan 28, 2013 at 5:44 PM UTC
When I was twelve, my older sister, Annick, was in med school.
She was dedicated and incorruptible - always studying, always.
I wanted her to spend time with me, I craved her engagement.
I was jealous and mean to her, thinking her uncaring - uninterested in me.
Now, I get it. Now days, I seem to behave like a machine,
I’m busy and unapproachable - forgetting myself in function
and I’m just a lowly undergraduate.
When I think about how hard she must of been working,
I tear up, like someone hearing a sad song on the radio.
Nov 14, 2021
Nov 14, 2021 at 6:12 AM UTC
The fall has been undone
The world is overcome...
Almighty Holy One of Israel
Possessor of the heavens and earth
Your name be great among the nations
Magnified by your Son's perfect work
The fall has been undone
The world is overcome...
All powerful Father creator God
Blessed hope and salvation
Your kingdom come - Your will be done
Unapproachable light eternal
The fall has been undone
The world is overcome...
Alpha and Omega, Beginning and End,
Faithful Rock and Redeemer
Lord, you alone are just and wise
Who can stand against You?
The fall has been undone
The world is overcome...
The fall verily hath happened
Thus there art demon's in
The world; though Christ
Saidst we canst overcometh
By his light and faith assured.
For ourn truth wilt makest
Friend's turn to enemies, and
Enemies to friend's; though it's
Yeshua ha'mashiach, on which
We shalt depend.
So mine dearest friend edward-starr,
With pain's wrapping thy skull; remembereth
Thou art God's child, not just some being of
Mistakes and flaws. We art to be perfected
In Jesus alone, for Christ hath made thee
A mansion, that soon shalt be thy home.
Hath faith Edward, thou art under
The protection of the great "I am";
He sent to thee, Jesus the king, to
Die for thee and every man.
For God saidst,
I am always with thee, wheresoever I mayest be;
Remember whom thou doth worship Edward,
Christ, the son of God, Yeshua ha'mashiach,
Thy Lord and healing king.
©Brandon Nagley and VS duo poem for Eddie starr
©Lonesome poet's poetry
May 18, 2016
May 18, 2016 at 8:15 PM UTC
I am feeling absurd. I had this tinge of shyness in my chest not before; but now I cannot bring myself to fail it. I am quite on the edge of the danger of falling in love again, yet I am anything but regret it; I am, again, devouring its marvel with the tenderest hopes of seeing him every time I venture out of my grounds, and into the winter's raging scenes. Oh, how unfortunate! I have savagely fought it - hurling myself against his image so that it would be crushed and carried out of my mind, alas, inexplicably, towards nothing but misfortune! As if fate hath once again decreed my hearty unrest by this punishment. Punishments no-one could ever come to deny: the sacred desires of loving, and the foremost comfort from the touches of affection. Oh, how I am again imprisoned in this silly infatuation! I might as well be a kid to him; he is unreachable, I am a yellow light beneath his illuminated sky. He is unapproachable; yet he is as sweet and tender; with charm as adorable as the falling snow. Once I could not slaughter the hilarity of his doings; yon picture kept breathing on my mind; torturing it boundlessly with throngs of witty jests! Oh my love, free me of this inherent misery: free me and carry me into the idleness of thy world; and rock me there. Silently in tranquility; I would embrace and endorse my love for thee; how long I to bestow this kiss on thy redolent dignity.
Dec 1, 2012
Dec 1, 2012 at 1:46 PM UTC
I want your last breath
before the unknown of sleep brings your world to a halt
before the nothing of your world is consuming
unapproachable
unimaginable by anyone but you
I want your body
before you give it away to the sandman
before you becoming heavy with relief from a long day
I want your touch just one last time
burning embers against my skin
take me away with you
give me your love
give me your heart
give me all of you
Jul 22, 2016
Jul 22, 2016 at 11:35 AM UTC
*I'll swath my cliches
in over verbose decadence
and ask forgiveness in the morning.*
Edging
toeing
the fine line in between
Fighting to live
- or -
living to fight
in champagne surged soirees
of surreptitious allergens
Some ******* ballad
donning metalcore methods
aggressive to a fault
that is to say, earth-shattering
unyielding, unwavering, unapproachable
un-fucking-believable
You, me,
they, we,
truncated
but never forgotten
Had
but never spent
Forgotten
but never lost
Your name is in my autocorrect
with siren songs and call signs
from generational grievances,
Chivalrous misandry,
chorus discord
callous
Chandeliers swing
low like chariots.
Samson told us to keep dancing.
We were only listening,
abreast one another,
clad only in our genres.
We were so much more
until we were
lost,
but never mattered.
May 21, 2014
May 21, 2014 at 10:08 AM UTC
*If You Had One Wish,
To Come True,
Just One Wish,
What Would You Do?*
Material Things
Would You Wish For Paper Faced Lords?
Unholy,
A White Temple Their Home,
Powdered Wigs And Corduroy's Pose,
For A Perfect Picture,
One Protrait,
Millions Stuff Into Their Moth Infested Wallets,
Would You Ask For Fame?
Fortune?
Unapproachable Authority?
Substabstances?
Alcohol?
*******
For Every Women To Be A Perfect "10"?
Every Man To Love You?
Or Maybe Even A Race To Be Wiped Out?
What Would You Wish For?
Greater Good
Would You Be Selfless?
Would You Give Up Your One Wish,
For That Little Girl's Wish In Afghanistan,
Or That Little Boy's Wish In Ghana?
For The Brazilian Mother Who Wants Her Child Safe?
For The Father In Liberia,
Who Just Wants War To End?
Would You Wish For The Extinction Of Starvation,
Disease,
Hatred,
Tears,
Racism And War?
Or Maybe Unlocking The Secrets Of The Spirits?
Unlocking A New World Religion,
So Everyone Can Love Together,
And Not Fight Over Their Version Of What's Right,
What Would You Do?
Past, Present, Future
Would You Erase History?
A Nations Mistake?
Maybe Your Own?
Would You Take Away All The Blood Shed,
Of The East Coast?
Or All The Greed On The West Coast?
Would You Wish For Your Life To Become Easy?
Your Future Bright?
Or Would You Waste It,
On Someone Else's Life?
What Would You Choose?..
Nov 16, 2012
Nov 16, 2012 at 8:27 AM UTC
As I peer across the Mountain range of my life,
I see a vast array of peaks and valleys,
Roads that wander near and far.
Some roads seemed unsurpassable,
Some roads were thought to be inconceivable,
Some roads I felt were unapproachable,
And I see them all as landmarks in my life.
The one road in the very middle of my lifescape,
The one that's known for being less traveled,
I so often avoided and I don't understand why.
Some roads seemed impossible,
Some roads were thought to be infallible,
Some roads lead to intimacy,
And I see them all, good or bad as milestones in my life.
Standing at the base of the mountain top,
I feel a presence encouraging me to climb the summit.
My breathe becomes heavy, my limbs are numb but my mind is focused.
Advancing the summit, I pull myself above the misty clouds,
Peering below I find oceans of generations that have gone before me....but were never forgotten,
And one stands at the forefront, with arms outstretched, an unforgettable smile, and love thats unending.
There's only one road that leads us to an island universe where we live on forever past fatality.
All roads have the same waypoint which leads us to forever.
Close your eyes and imagine a place that does not judge and only loves.
K.Carman 2016
Mar 7, 2016
Mar 7, 2016 at 11:17 PM UTC
unapproachable
she, an EMSA driver, framed by gasoline rainbows and held together by hairpins,
sat on the back of an ambulance in a Valero station's lot,
corner of 2nd and Kelly, a passerby might have thought her waiting,
but I knew that to be wrong
that radio would go off in the cab, heart attack, broken hip, sideswipe
she'd remain right there picking at the sticky barcode on the back
of her Bic lighter, she couldn't be bothered with the sound of sirens
she had a history and didn't want anymore dates to dictate and memorize
she looked through me past Fox Hollow Lane, past the unwatched children,
past the rusting panels of ice cream truck, into that eternal place that
I thought only French singers' eyes on album covers in the sixties could find---
unapproachable
but
Jan 14, 2013
Jan 14, 2013 at 2:13 PM UTC
Let as many Bondservants as are under the Yoke Count their own Masters Worthy of all Honor, so that the name Of GOD and His Doctrine may not be Blasphemed. And those who have believing masters, let them not Despise them because they are Brethren, but rather Serve them because those who are Benefited are Believers and Beloved. Teach and Exhort these things. If anyone Teaches otherwise and Does not Consent to Wholesome Words even the Words of our LORD Jesus Christ, and to the Doctrine which Accords with Godliness. He is Proud, knowing nothing, but is Obsessed with Disputes and Arguments over Words, from which Come Envy, Strife, Reviling, Evil-Suspicions. Useless Wranglings of Men of Corrupt Minds and Destitute of the Truth, who Suppose that Godliness is A means of Gain. From such Withdraw Thyself. Now Godliness with Contentment is Great Gain. For we Brought nothing into this World, and it is Certained We Can Carry Nothing Out. And having Food and Clothing, with these we shall be Content. But those who Desire to be Rich Fall into Temptation and Snare, and into many Foolish and Harmful Lusts which Drown Men in Destruction and Perdition. For the Love Of Money Is A Root Of All Kinds Of Evil, for which some have Strayed from the Faith in their Greediness, and Pierced Themselves through with many Sorrows. But thou, O Man Of GOD, Flee these things and Pursue Righteousness, Godliness, Faith, LOVE, Patience and Gentleness. Fight the Good Fight Of Faith, lay hold on Eternal Life, to which thou were also called and have Confessed the Good Confession in the Presence of many Witnesses. I Urge You, in the Sight of GOD who gives Life to All things, and before Christ Jesus who Witnessed the Good Confession before Pontius Pilate. That thou Keep this Commandment without Spot, Blameless until our Lord Jesus Christ's Appearing. Which He will Manifest in His Own Time, He who is the Blessed and Only Potentate, Thy King of Kings and Lord of Lords. Who alone has Immortality, Dwelling in Unapproachable Light, whom no Man has Seen or can See, to whom Be Honor and Everlasting Power. Amen... Command those who are Rich in this present Age not to be Haughty, nor to Trust in Uncertain Riches but Trust in the Living GOD, who gives Us Richly all things to Enjoy. Let them do Good, that they be Rich in Good Works, ready to Give, Willing to Share. Storing up for themselves a Good Foundation for the Time to Come, that they may lay Hold on Eternal Life... Guard what was committed to Your Trust, Avoiding the Profane and Idle Babble and Contradictions of what is Falsely called Knowledge.... By Professing it some have Strayed Concerning the Faith.. Grace Be with Ours All.. Amen.!
GOD Is Our Strength,
GOD Is Love,
GOD With Us,
GOD Bless,
Peace n Love.!!
Jun 19, 2015
Jun 19, 2015 at 3:30 AM UTC
I remember when I surveyed your bare shoulder blades
and the directions they tilted
as you raised your arms to light and
puff and flick,
puff and flick,
and how I measured the distance between
right and left bones that peak and plateau separately,
but are linked by my favorite unapproachable spine.
Jul 28, 2013
Jul 28, 2013 at 5:13 PM UTC
4/23/2012
Take me as I am
Or take nothing at all
Conditioned by my environment
To fight or flght or just take the fall
Prisms of light encompass the sin
Rays of flame burn my flesh, such agony
Yet here I stand, daring the worst
Causing temporary blindness, butnow I can see.
You seem unapproachable when you so desire
The pain will subside, as you severe my esteem
But that's ok, I've been through worse.
I'll take another one for the teame.
Wish you could truly understand, I am real
Every disaquise and camoflage I use to guard my heart you see
I've been so wounded in the past
And for me, only the true, I can truly be.
So will you risk it?
Or is there too much at stake?
Why do you lurk beneath the shadows?
If I let my walls fall, will my heart break?
You are so beautiful to me
Even if you don't believe it
I couldn't hurt you even if I wanted to
Open your eyes to the true love you can get.
Apr 17, 2015
Apr 17, 2015 at 12:44 PM UTC
You stare at me with bedroom eyes
A venus in relief
Unapproachable and untouchable
Is there beauty underneath?
Puppy dogs and rainy walks
And you hate men that are liars
But, what we all would like to know
What sets your soul on fire?
Spread on the page to all the world
Legs spread and showing all
You're a vision of such loveliness
I would wish for you to call
But, that is just a fantasy
Something buried in my mind
A woman half as gorgeous
I would spend all my life to find
Years go by you age in life
But you still stay twenty three
For the image that I have of you
Is the one that I still see
Your poses are just perfecet
I would love to lay one kiss
On parts of you...untouchable
But I'll just settle for this
All others who came after you
Were pale beyond compare
comparisons of body parts
and of course...your silky hair
The centerfold you posed for
such a long long time ago
Haunts me like no other ever
I just wanted you to know.
May 20, 2012
May 20, 2012 at 9:44 PM UTC
When words no longer hold
invite or excite
that inward response
That once so gathered deep
within ones keep
of the visions of the mind.
There's a loss
a disappearance of sorts
that winged upon a fancy flies
then dies
deep inside the mellow chamber
of dreams.
The tears
that once as years
fades upon the old framed image
that like a crust surrounds
abounds
the only affordable expanse
the on vestige of what once
were little filters of oneself.
And here in photos are but the images
that once skirted as the dreams within
between and through
and true
like
the soft textured rolls
of film and paper, that now
rests upon the tables, the mantels
as reflections of what was.
And the words
still unapproachable
fails to grasp
or gasp
the meaning of the visions
that here once clouded a mind bright and full
Through
those promises of days, nights
To rest, now forever humble
To memories long gone.
Alisdaire O'Caoimph
Apr 10, 2011
Apr 10, 2011 at 10:20 AM UTC
Do you regularly wear an invisible,
‘do not disturb’ sign around your neck?
Are you on a real mission for The Kingdom
or on the adventure of a personal trek?
Can you be moved to help without limitations?
Are you consistently viewed as unapproachable?
Does your mind reflect an attitude of a servant?
Remember that genuine Love is always actionable.
Forget about the wickedness of the World,
for we are still the hands and feet of Christ.
The day of reckoning will eventually come.
Are you really living a spirit-filled life?
When divinely recreated by Him within your soul,
God imbued in you an inherent desire to do good.
Are you involved with community or just hiding…
behind the false claim of being misunderstood?
Are you being led by the Holy Ghost’s power
or leaning on the strength of human frailty?
Can you identify your underlying motivation?
Do you have an authentic grasp of reality?
Won’t you share your needed talents with others?
Can you name Him as a source of your inspiration?
What is the prevailing condition of your humanity?
Have you opened or closed your… heart of compassion?
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Author Notes:
Loosely based on:
1 John 3:17-18; Eph 2:10, 5:2; 1 Cor 13:1-8;
Luke 10:25-37
Learn more about me and my poetry at:
http://amzn.to/1ffo9YZ
By Joseph J. Breunig 3rd, © 2014, All rights reserved.
May 8, 2014
May 8, 2014 at 1:06 PM UTC
a mouth full of cavities
and lungs full of algae infested waters
from sitting too long with no
escape
from what traps us in these ominous, dank
gorges.
gaunt faces with sunken eyes
from nights too haunted to sleep
swollen tongues with words unspoken
from submission to
silence
in the face of constant
deceit.
words
left in the veil of fog that masks the ground
every morning over the once green pastures,
stripping the color from the world,
leaving everything
grey
with the corruption
of what once was
what still is
and what will
remain.
we lose ourselves in the unapproachable
reality
of what we have created
what we were born into
what we will never
escape.
we lose ourselves.
we lose ourselves.
we are all
gone.
we were always empty anyways.
walking amongst the hollow men.
we are the hollow men.
we
create
the hollow men.
we weren't always the hollow men.
tell me how to fill these holes that
are found in our teeth
in our lungs
in our
souls.
where did all the substance go?
May 25, 2013
May 25, 2013 at 1:31 AM UTC
they're all just tired of her
twisted games her
silly need to be wanted
and desire for destruction
that leads them all
into hell's fire and
inflames their souls their
hearts are in fractions
over a crazy girl who doesn't
even care or even know
what she is doing
she is too busy getting high
breathing in life and
feeling unstoppable or
sometimes unapproachable
sometimes she wants to die
she is tired too of her broken
mind and its broken
thoughts which drive her to
actions so irrational
that hurt those she loves
those around her who
tire of being there to care
when she always falls
every week or every day she
becomes a crisis and breaks
into shards only held
together with her madness
by starving and purging
by cutting and crying she
remains alive in one piece
despite her sadness
but those around her are now
exhausted by her drama not
able to take another day
they love her but they must
say goodbye before she
burns them out like her own eyes
her own soul is dead now
she is alone with her disgust
for herself and her own corpse
maggot-ridden and sad
she is left to mourn those
she swore she'd never miss
she said she didn't need
anyone or their condescenscion
and help but now alone
she doesn't want to be like this
© Tara India.
Dec 12, 2013
Dec 12, 2013 at 11:09 PM UTC
Mighty and Majestic
All strength comes from You
Unapproachable light
All goodness comes from You
Ruler of all things
All power comes from You
King of Kings
All honor comes from You
Sovereign Lord
All things come from You
Unfathomable greatness
All things are possible through You
Incomparable One
Holy
Splendorous
Glorious
Blessed
Praiseworthy
Awesome
Wonderful
True
Incredible
My Precious God
Mar 27, 2012
Mar 27, 2012 at 8:20 PM UTC
i’m wearing malbec lipstick at 330 in the afternoon, my own personal hue that stains lips and teeth, drips down my chin so a tongue flicks out to savor the drop. it leaves a maroon trace like i’ve been ******* blood.
when i swill the wine, it captivates me. like i'm swishing around my own blood, praying enough of it sloshes out to **** me.
i’m headed to catholic church in an hour, maybe i’ll light a candle for myself.
god knows i ******* need it.
i’m at that delicate lining, the in-between stage of the five stages of grief. the soft spot at the base of my skull. self-destruct button that’s so tempting, nestled between anger and depression. skip bargaining. take a trip around the sun.
i've lost my hair tie and i want it back.
i've lost my heart and i want it back. ******* give it back.
reapply mauve lipstick the flavor of malbec. go to church. rinse the good off when you get home.
i still feel him inside of me. taking everything. claiming it as his own, two hundred and fifty-eight hours later. like he’s stained me and now i'm tainted and unapproachable. undesirable.
piece of plastic wrap that used to keep his heart fresh, now i'm trash.
now i’m his.
Mar 4, 2017
Mar 4, 2017 at 9:03 AM UTC
Our love isn’t at ease,
just like the wind in white acacias
and like a bead on child’s hand,
it’s not at ease.
In it they miss – wonderlands,
delights, flame and solace.
And none of us will call it my own
before it passes us on slightly.
And it will stay somewhere – far away,
unapproachable, uneasy.
And yellow leaves will whisper in snows.
Our love isn’t at ease.
It isn’t at ease.
The original:
***
Не е спокойна нашата любов,
тъй както вятър в белите акации
и като мънисто на ръката на дете,
не е спокойна.
Във нея няма чудни светове,
възторзи, пламък и утеха.
И никой своя няма да я назове
преди да ни отмине леко.
И ще остане някъде – далечна,
непостижима, неудобна.
И жълтите листа ще шепнат в снегове.
Не е спокойна нашата любов.
Не е спокойна.
*Translator Bulgarian-English: Vessislava Savova
rarebird
© bogpan - all rights reserved.
Dec 10, 2010
Dec 10, 2010 at 9:00 PM UTC