Another day – a fiddler on the roof
composes melodies of lasting lights.
Vibrations make the cry of fall aloof,
perception’s blinds are blinded, blurring blights.
The sun is stripped of puffy dressing code,
a wind is walking, like a man on Moon,
like snake’s dead skin is drying dusty road,
caprice of weeping trees is scorching strewn.
The eye is taking cartographic shuts,
views read from snap-to-snap, the hand just types –
how God is calculating love and odds…
The fiddler feeds all opened hearts with vibes.
October 10, 2007
Iouri Lazirko
Copyright ©2007 Iouri Lazirko
A fiddler on the roof
© Copyright: Юрий Лазирко, 2007
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The Play, fiddler!
Play my friend!
You VWVcarry away my sadnesses,
Lyubvi splinter
This circle
Winds not give try back...
Нежный Бриз 16.10.2007 20:24 • Заявить о нарушении
Play my friend!
You VWVcarry away my sadnesses,
Lyubvi splinter
This circle
Winds not give try back...
Нежный Бриз 16.10.2007 20:24 • Заявить о нарушении