Like locomotive through the fog and smoke,
We rush along the life and cannot stop,
With closed eyes and hearts and firm like oaks
Fall down, get up and climb again on top.
And when we get to our life stations,
The only thing can make us stop and turn,
And listen to the voice of generations,
Whose thoughts we usually deny and spurn.
It makes us see, when our eyes are blind,
It makes us hear, when we cannot hear,
It puts some thought into our poor mind,
When we return to our poor "near".
Among the elements that people hold
Great Beauty is the strongest in the world.
Great Beauty
© Copyright: Марина Чигошвили, 2009
Свидетельство о публикации №109041704131
Свидетельство о публикации №109041704131
Рецензии