Astral Lullaby

I cannot send a flower -
it would die, be it
fresh rose or lily;
nor a bird, for it
would fly away - dove,
nightingale, canary;
neither books
nor gifts of wine,
because of weight
and quarantine,
and postcards
aren't delivered
regularly, so - I'm
truly sorry - all
that I can manage
is this brief,
impromptu lullaby,
to wish you peaceful
sleep, sweet dreams
on astral pathways
where you journey.
    


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Very interesting style of writing.
Keep it up!

Mc Radical   24.03.2003 06:56     Заявить о нарушении
Dear MC Radical,

I'm very touched that you like this poem. Thank you, and best wishes.

Jena

Jena Woodhouse   26.03.2003 14:07   Заявить о нарушении