The house stands bare and empty,
And sadness smoothly flows;
The changes in life accepting,
I whisper, ‘So it goes...’
Un-curtained panes are crying
Under the autumn rain;
The things that pass in flying
No one will then regain.
Wind-whirled leaves are spinning
In streets without a name;
It’s moving on to evening
That’ll never be the same.
The wings of night will cover
The streets and yards and ground,
And bonfire light will hover
In darkness all around;
The heartbeat keeps on streaming,
Entrapped between the days;
An endless bridge is gleaming,
Connecting our fates;
The house stands bare and empty,
And sadness wearily flows.
Another day expended.
The sleep comes. So it goes.
Sadness
© Copyright: Илья Бубнов, 2013
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Рецензия, полученная от американского автора-исполнителя песен Brittany Toennies (DOLLL):
Your poem: It is beautiful. Breathtaking and heart-breaking. The imagery you have so cleverly penned transported me so vividly that, when I closed my eyes, I felt as though I was standing in the scene which you describe. Perfectly placed and threaded THROUGH that imagery, was the underlying message of your poem, delivered loud and clear, straight to my heart. In other words: I think your poem is fantastic.
Илья Бубнов 18.06.2013 10:09 • Заявить о нарушении
Your poem: It is beautiful. Breathtaking and heart-breaking. The imagery you have so cleverly penned transported me so vividly that, when I closed my eyes, I felt as though I was standing in the scene which you describe. Perfectly placed and threaded THROUGH that imagery, was the underlying message of your poem, delivered loud and clear, straight to my heart. In other words: I think your poem is fantastic.
Илья Бубнов 18.06.2013 10:09 • Заявить о нарушении