to my husband
In a snowy rain, in a long yellow train
We are running away from the city.
From the pain of the brain, from the hills that seem plain,
No matter to where – no pity.
Looking for a new day, for an evergreen May
Where we shouldn’t play dirty roles.
The first thing is to pray, and the last – to betray,
Which will never mislead our souls.
We don’t want to get blind waiting for the sunlight
And to stand in a line for the air.
Nothing will be a bind for the wish, strong and bright:
To believe, to preserve and to care.
The main part of my heart and the wife of your life.
It has started, this long happy splendor.
Simply woman and man, simply husband and wife.
Simply love, to which we shall surrender.
2003
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I've found your nice poem only now. You are lovely, both you and your husband. He is lucky to have such a brilliant lady. I just feel your open and tender soul trough this poem. Much pleasure to read it. Many thanks and best wishes.
Sincerely,
Dmitry Pozdeev
Дмитрий Поздеев 08.03.2008 10:08 • Заявить о нарушении
Sincerely,
Dmitry Pozdeev
Дмитрий Поздеев 08.03.2008 10:08 • Заявить о нарушении
Oh, thank you so much indeed, Dmitry! I'm really glad you liked it:)
Дарья Скопич 08.03.2008 16:53 Заявить о нарушении
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