Oh my Lord! Again, again
I've dreamt of gloomy autumn.
I've seen that day and rain
Have put many tons of water
On the Earth,
And single leaf
Was a motherless and pity
Looked at us. It was like myth
Of The Spring of Summer City...
That is why I am alone,
As for me, can, can I cope?
If the tree's branch is a bone
At the cemetery of hope.
Oh my Lord!
© Copyright: Слава Каминский, 2003
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Sadly,very sadly...
Especially this phrase-"At the cemetery of hope."
Creative successes to You,
Yours faithfully natilius.
Натилиус 05.12.2003 14:58 • Заявить о нарушении
Especially this phrase-"At the cemetery of hope."
Creative successes to You,
Yours faithfully natilius.
Натилиус 05.12.2003 14:58 • Заявить о нарушении
Dear Natilius, Thank you very much for your kind comments. In fact, depression is a very effective and perhaps the only "engine" for writing. It gives a lot of drive, doesn't it?
Слава Каминский 05.12.2003 20:13 Заявить о нарушении
Слава Каминский 05.12.2003 20:13 Заявить о нарушении
Yes,I am perfect with you agree.In such condition
remarkable poems are written...
Your poem very much was pleasant to me,but I hope you of
it wrote not in such mood...
Poem remarkable.
Натилиус 05.12.2003 23:04 Заявить о нарушении
remarkable poems are written...
Your poem very much was pleasant to me,but I hope you of
it wrote not in such mood...
Poem remarkable.
Натилиус 05.12.2003 23:04 Заявить о нарушении