Are you going to miss me terribly?
Let the salt than in your mouth dry,
Do daisies wreath a shelter for me?
Do not believe them- I did not die!
Take a handful of pliable sand
From the forlorn sunburned Heath,
See the weeds claw at the land
While fighting unbearable heat.
Wade through a meadow,waist-high,
Where patches of mist browse,
Catch the first ray of the sunrise
Stealing the dews from the cornflowers.
Find me in the tormented eyes
Of the deadly wounded bird-
You know, they contrive to hide
Yet love for the irrational world.
Remember, even being a speck of dust
With the name in a witty short epitaph,
I will never relieve my silent clasp
From you whether you cry or laugh.
Do not miss me
© Copyright: Ксения Желева, 2015
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Teach me, my Lord, Oh, teach me how to live,
To serve Thee, in the darkest paths of life,
Arm me for conflict now, fresh vigour give,
And make me more than conqueror in the strife.
Life is versatile, it sometimes gives, but more often takes,
There is a berth that is always waiting
Only in her eternal truth, You can find peace.
I wish you good
Алла Попова 6 12.01.2016 01:35 • Заявить о нарушении
To serve Thee, in the darkest paths of life,
Arm me for conflict now, fresh vigour give,
And make me more than conqueror in the strife.
Life is versatile, it sometimes gives, but more often takes,
There is a berth that is always waiting
Only in her eternal truth, You can find peace.
I wish you good
Алла Попова 6 12.01.2016 01:35 • Заявить о нарушении
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