Because for me there is no concept of any "color",
There is no concept of Lowness: Straight or gay.
For I am just a poet, I'm only the Light's cloud,
The wind of self-willed free God, the Voice among the men.
Like on the roof a rooster, I am obedient to Him,
Concentrating my Hearing only on His appeal,
And whom He ever shows: Southern-side or Nothern,
That to me doesn't matter, let it more stronger squeal.
Howling in stove burner, blows in a tuba slowly,
Like in my breast a plangent bell of Sleep will call.
And who would ever hear it - it is of no importance
Just let my rhymed-lines currents of poems break the world.
Next to you - how humbly - I wll not dare to drink tea.
The tea is also low. One can't drink letter's strophe.
But if you ever wanted, intoxication's - near,
And the light radiant torrent of Timeless drink is poured.
Humbly and high
© Copyright: Елизавета Судьина, 2019
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