Like a bird singing outside the window,
Like a small star in the sky, pointing the way,
You will be my inevitable end,
As I fall forever asleep.
Like the gentle coolness of a field stream,
Like salty ‘Hello’ of the sea wind,
You whisper me again ‘Yours and only yours’
And leave again without waiting for response.
Like eternal truth hidden in darkness,
Like signs of destiny dedicated to us,
Patterns and shadows on wet glass
Open the way to the loved ones.
Kirill Turbanov
03.05.2019
The Eternal Love
© Copyright: Кирилл Турбанов, 2021
Свидетельство о публикации №121120504472
Свидетельство о публикации №121120504472
Рецензии