Lonely and Content

I am walking in the field
of my dying sorrow.
Grass is cool for bare feet
and for hands so hollow.

Feeling emptiness of world,
rulling under sunlight,
I'd forgotten that I told
when I entered twilight.

I am walking so alone.
With no fears I'm content.
All that's dark is almost blown
with the wind of folk land.

I'm beholding deep blue skies,
covering with starlight
Mystery of land where lies
things that no one highlight.

I have felt the wind of night,
bringing all I needed.
It will make my dream alive,
healing scars so bleeding.

6/August/2007


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3It's a very interesting verse! But it seems to me "the scars so bleeding" is not anatomically right. Scars are former wounds and they can't bleed at all:))) Good luck to you!

Елена Малиевская Обухова   23.08.2007 16:26     Заявить о нарушении
Приветствую!

Я вообще-то в переносном смысле писал. Но если хотите - могу заменить scars на soul и bleed поставить в прошлое время. Не нужно подходить к словам слишком буквально - это же всё-таки поэзия.

Всего Наилучшего!

Евгений Серебристый   23.08.2007 23:48   Заявить о нарушении
It's your verse and I can't intrude into your creative activities. Sorry for being so importunate. New good poetic experiences to you!

Елена Малиевская Обухова   23.08.2007 23:56   Заявить о нарушении