13 апреля 2014 Еще феникс.. Любовь умирала, корежась...

April 13, 2014

Another phoenix ..

Love was dying, writhing in pain
uselessness, lies, circumstances and laziness.
She didn’t want to die, she tried to rise
but you’ll rewind the cold, your knees are broken ...

I asked to rise to help, did not raise.
Cringing, inhaling more of that pain.
And flashed the last moan, and
the ashes remained - gray-haired, weightless ...

And empty, and burning, and cold blows ...

The breeze is light soul souls emptiness,
the warmth of the universe giving the ashes.
From the ashes sprout with blessing
omnipotent nature, giving birth forever,

barefoot love ...