Lilac Buds…(Sonnet) - Poem by Aleksandra Szymanska
Thoughts like peacock feather sway in my mind
and I pray not to die proud of wrong deeds.
Time and fate connive, every while they bind,
and leave on a bookshelf of long lost needs…
Time is but a horse, ever wild and free…
It won't slow its gallop, as per fate's call.
It will let always grow an ancient tree,
rather than stopping the days as they roll…
If only to touch universe's face
and find in its eye tiny speck of dust,
or a cell of hope, be its smallest trace,
to wake from the dead ever broken trust…
But the truth is spring and its lilac scent,
still can touch the life and last till its end…
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