The night's my only friend and still,
I keep my eyes so wide, so open,
I hear these songs the stars still sing, –
And now my heart becomes the world.
I fear no dark, no precious sunlight,
I am no more a hound to catch, –
I'm just a poet of the sunrise
To burn the hearts and challenge death.
And I still follow beaty, rhyme grace,
I catch the every word to save,
For you to hear my song, not praying
To find this early scent of May.
10, August
2016
My
© Copyright: Максимов Александр Андреевич, 2016
Свидетельство о публикации №116081510026
Свидетельство о публикации №116081510026
Рецензии