Legend of White and Red

I have seen a swan once
Making its one last dance -
Flying, flying high.
White as cloud it was,
White as tender white rose -
Falling from the sky.

Crying like the rain cries,
Tears - running grey mice
From the sinking ship,
Having seen the future,
Understand was mutual:
Life is to be skipped

Without the beloved one...
Simply can't be undone
Death - it drives me mad,
Falling from the last beam
Of the sun to just see:
White rose - turning Red.

I have seen a swan once
Making its one last dance -
Flying, flying high.
White as cloud it was,
White as tender white rose
Falling from the sky.

Following the sunset,
Making what is White - Red
To remember it:
Flower catches blood-drops
When the heart of swan stops -
So the love is lit

once again
once again
once again
in the world.


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White simply culminates into the Red,
when nothing else can higher be and mightier,
when there is no single sense in fighting,
when love is "circled", when the part of it is dead.

triumph of Nature is the swan so tender,
so proud..."cloudy"... with complete remorse
and striking loneliness. But death is always worse!
So live the swan and colored love remember...

it will be echoed
....again
...........again
......................again

Ксения Девяткина   24.10.2009 13:59     Заявить о нарушении
Again I don't know what to say: your simple words are perfect and completed, there is no need to say something else.
Thanks with all my heart,

Вера Бочарова   26.10.2009 11:05   Заявить о нарушении