четверг, 24 ноября 2016
Стихотворение, которое я написала на английском и посвятила одной девочке
Sometimes I am afraid to move:
My fingers tremble and throat aches.
Sometimes I am afraid to look
Into the eyes, faces and shades.
I hope I did nothing wrong
Closing myself like a pencil case;
I hope I can go through it alone
And find new angle, new view and space.
A maple leaf fell on my head,
Filled with life and air.
I wish I were exactly like that -
Perhaps I am beyond repair?
Still you and the leaf are the same,
And fibers do look like a path.
You'll wind your own way through pain,
Then it will slowly pass
Away.
(21/10/16)
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