Cause need a reason,
Cause need a spark
To stare dappled horizon,
To try again capricious luck.
To go out and walk through
Hazardous sands of weedy time,
To paint life with love anew,
With burning sun again shine.
With melting fears into drops
Of endurable beckoning soul,
That will catch all grinding odds
And of course, will find home.
And back to my shoulders
I can hear the same 'why',
They whisper they can't any longer
Hear others silent hidden cry.
© Copyright: Andrey Fisht
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
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