Wandering... Poem by Maria Shipka

I want no conjecture
I want no surmise
I know that life
is not a straight line.
I know the life
is not a clean sheet.
I know that the life,
that every human life,
has its lights, darkness,
meanderings...
I know that somewhere,
far where you are,
maybe think about you
a woman, who love you...

Therefore I dare not
to think about if
you want me,
if you thought that
sometimes noticed you
one wandering woman...
Wandering? Yes!
Wandering woman I am.
Wandering over the Earth
looking after the people,
surveying their characters.
Thee noticed I,
And at once I said:
He Man!

Already want not my eyes
to look at farthest far.
Downcast they are and sad,
always bemused.
They wait,
for what they have do?
Once maybe will pass around
the eyes
and they'll sincerely say:
Looks! That is the Woman!
That is woman like a bloom,
and will say it
you Man...

(c) shipka