I saw five tigers on the coast
They told me nothing 'bout my cost...
The wind was blowing your good-byes
Away from burning tiger skies
I'd never felt that way before,
Like naked in department store
I stood, my dreams a little wild,
But cold and calm within one night.
So distant, people of today
Were running by, their looks away
From proud cats about to go,
On telling me, what I should know.
Their mental words are to remain
The same old spell, like falling rain:
"Untrue is something won and lost
Unlike five tigers on the coast."
Oleg Ivaniloff (C) 2002
This poem is published in a coffee-table edition of world poetry
in the Library of Congress in 2002, Washington D.C. USA
Five Tigers On the Cost
© Copyright: Олег Иванилов, 2009
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