When such a heart is parlayed at a game
and you are full of hint of the involvement,
Then much more adjectives I will enlace
in sounds of a necklace of a sonnet.
You walk in the full moon bare on the sand
while turning black the stones of solid fortress,
and I still pull my boat along the strand
as always pulled - to the gates of enjoyments.
For me in sightless window you will wait,
as they expect at midnight quenchless fire,
you wait - yourself, eternal "in yourself",
and it attracts all those who are enamored,
Who sail to the lighthouses that burn
like fireflies in the heart of a soul.
Fireflies
© Copyright: Елизавета Судьина, 2019
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