I looked behind my shoulder
And there he was, aloft
Doe-like, his eyes were smiling
Stars, shining bright and soft.
His eyes met mine, amazement
A heartbeat lit his face
His long eyelashes flickered
For not to break the gaze
So on we stared, not cautious
Of crowds, passing lane
And then we widely smiled and left,
And never met again.
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I enjoy inventing my own figures of speech, if i may be allowed to do so as a poet. :)
Дар Ив 31.05.2010 01:19 Заявить о нарушении
You have to walk the fine line of no falling over into incomprehensible.
It's like translating Mayakovsky's "исперчен"...
:D
Беляева Дина 31.05.2010 01:22 Заявить о нарушении
Translating those "inventions" is even harder.
:)
Дар Ив 31.05.2010 01:39 Заявить о нарушении