to all of you who recognize themselves in my work:
i'm not a hack. i don't write to please you. there's this one rule here:
if you have had even the slightest influence on my life,
i. will. write. about. you.
deal with it.
happy reading!

неделя, 17 юни 2012 г.

"To the heart I once had"

Hope departs and arrives again
like sweetest morning dew.
I changed my only real name
'til turned in someone new.
Oh, dust and ashes in my hair
since love left me all alone,
on the station summer air
breaks my every bone.
Over the ripples of the river
chilly breeze will chase my trails.
There were nights to pray and shiver,
there were brightest childish days.
I fell for oceans and for mountains,
counting every grain of sand.
Three kinds of silence, quiet blessings,
flew away from my home land.
Shores and meadows of my heaven
sleeping sunsets, opium of dawns,
nine of rings, swans of seven,
will they bring me back my heart?...

Innocence, I long for your delight,
pour on me your silence white,
how I long to etch my soul
into young grave... forevermore...

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