She walks along the misty roads.
She sings but no one seems to hear.
She isn’t mad, just hides her thoughts
From all the cruel and greedy ears.
Her eyes are full of tears - she smiles again.
Her heart is sad - she never asks for pity.
And, maybe, playing such a silly game,
She looks for Him among the whole city.
She looks for Him, repeats his Holy Name,
She holds in memory all the feelings, words and prays.
She counts through the white window frames
Just one more night, one day from endless days.
She knows it will be not of any use,
But she’s unable to kill the mighty hope,
And while the mind is ready to refuse,
The dream her heart is binding like a rope.
A piercing moon falls down observing eyes,
The silent watcher, coming night by night...
“Oh Heavens, will you tell me what’s the price
For life and death, for choosing left and right?”
She walks along the misty roads
© Copyright: Евгения Жаркова, 2005
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That`s wonderfull! I like it!
It`s full of mystery and hopeness.
But her heart is sad... and her tears - it`s... pity.
Алексей Мурашов 19.11.2005 17:55 • Заявить о нарушении
It`s full of mystery and hopeness.
But her heart is sad... and her tears - it`s... pity.
Алексей Мурашов 19.11.2005 17:55 • Заявить о нарушении
Well, that's just something like a reminiscence... I was ... let me think... 18, so... Time flies, things change... By the way, it was the first (and the only) one try in English. It was a great suprise to find it among old useless papers :)
Евгения Жаркова 19.11.2005 22:28 Заявить о нарушении
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