1.
If the Sun rays don't made up with synthetic colour,
Young leaves wouldn't become drying out by the temperature,
In the luncheon of jackals-
them chickens wouldn't be placed being roast;
fearlessly them visitant fowls would alight;
on the green desert.
2.
A polaris, promised me-
on a Springtime will be kindled in the corner of firmament,
That Polaris didn't appear yet;
Though the earth is getting aging,
It seems the universe growing up expect Springtide!
A sigh of eternity touches my innocent faith.
Thence -
Interrupting the law of realism,
I travel on the trackless path;
swim in the heart of waterless stream -
unobservedly of the rules;
Egotistic feelings unfurling them wings;
fly above the blue less sky!
They rhythm of poesy breaks down at midnight,
Tear writes down the romantic stories;
I place my footprints on the sand bed of unknown island,
It seems life is a inane poetry!
Therefore today-
I'm against myself,
Dreams against dreams,
Memories against memories,
Trust in opposition to belief;
Hence - I walk to the destinationless address;
unobservedly of the laws always.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
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