The Traditional Singer

The depth of colours
Is amazing and fabulous,
They merge into a long veil of the sunset
And they include flowers and stars.

Once you walk out of the house,
Light and darkness compete
In your mind, soul, numerous nerves and neurons.

A new galaxy built by senses
Pulls you out of the routine,
And creativity is an endless cloud
In colourful celestial spheres.

 © Maryna Tchianova

©  The Traditional Singer is a 1945 work by Jack Butler Yeats


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