The sunset full of kindness,
The forest filled with wildness
With lots of curious things
That darkness daily brings.
The lightning born with fire,
The seagull flying higher
All these that make me cry –
Me never being shy.
These have the taste of sweetness
And smell like lemon’s bitterness;
These have the tracks of time
With its unbroken rhyme.
Tracks of Time. Следы времени
© Copyright: Helen Parker, 2003
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