If everything turns round and round in circle, Then I’ll be back for sure, without fail. But will there be another me or blizzard, Or shall I spill as light and scattered rain, Or shall I come and burst as pretty rose bud That grew in wood above some trickling spring? No... it's an awful lot to rise again as blossom, As whiff and puff, and breath of gentle breeze ... If everything turns round and round in circle, And if I'm back again to follow earthly way, Then only in the arms of dearest loved one Shall I agree to breathe in life again.
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Posted: Oct 2011
About this poem:
“We are most alive when we’re in love.” ( John Updike)
A simply lovely poem by T.Gorskaya. Thanks for the submission and perhaps translation Marikia.
AyhraAdelaide, South Australia AustraliaOct 6, 2011
*Big deep breath* Marikia :) I wish I could express myself like that... Thank you for giving us access to this poetry with your translations. It is not easy to translate a poem and express the feeling, you do a wonderful job
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for the submission and perhaps translation
Marikia.
What a truly beautiful poem. Thanks for the translation.
Kathy
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