Legend of White and Red
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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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
Thanks with all my heart,
Вера Бочарова 26.10.2009 11:05 Заявить о нарушении