I don't need a monument, of course.
Our world is not a storehouse of pompous junk.
Somebody better put you on a puddle
See the rainbow, as I saw it.
Let it be a day not windy, not snowy,
Not in autumn, but summer and alive,
And remember he is caught in the soul of the diligent,
That I, like him, walked the path of the earth.
And saw our world, complex and beautiful,
The course of the clouds, the scorching heat of the day,
Slow flight of the proud Seagull,
Blissful well-deserved laziness.
As he, and I, as if I were created again,
On that important day, in the heat, I will come again
Search the ages for an unearthed word
In an unintentionally hidden year.
Let it come that day, waves of heat
Will break into the eternally temporary essence,
And I will remember the gull over the wave,
And through the ages sweetly pinched chest.
About my life
© Copyright: Галина Аркадиевна Павлова, 2020
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