Morning after final breath was stolen foully by the sun
Dreaming vanished and my lonely journey had begun:
Straightly I was walking, looking skyward, guided by the star,
Heading for afar.
Freedom coming after hope,
Nothing bounding range of scope,
Fortune shivers at my feet,
No-one ever will imprison me.
Though my wandering still seemed to be endless under cloud of night,
Pall has fallen and I’m able now to see the light,
Break the chains and freely let my spirit spread its wings to fly
To eternal sky.
Freedom coming after hope,
Nothing bounding range of scope,
Fortune shivers at my feet,
No-one ever will imprison me.
13.07.09. – 18.07.09.
After Hopes for Happiness
© Copyright: Александр Скрипко, 2011
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