In silence I guys
Inspiration enveloped
My Soul
I think slowly,
I hear the scrape
Tip pens - writing
The next revelation
Using inspiration
In the process of creation.
Attains nirvana -
Thread links are broken.
Not stamping on my soul,
One on one with her in a hut
His seclusion,
Poetic creativity.
The tops of the pine trees sway,
Shroud the earth hide themselves
In the courtyard - "Indian" summer
And the eternal summer somewhere
Between Sri Lanka and Maldives,
Waves of the Indian playful
A shadow swaying,
Not mine
My Higher Self
I can breathe so freely,
I am in harmony with himself -
Returned home.
23.10.10 Hudson.
Not stamping on my soul,
© Copyright: Игаль Иерусалимский, 2010
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