by Unknown
Oct 2009 569 Views 0 comments
Road Up (Translation)
Road up – is a blood on thorns
It’s all masks and a cruel game
It’s a dream in expect of wonder
It’s a constant conscious pain
Crashed on rocks, on walls,
By naively desire of heaven
Lying down, I want peace
Cold embraces me here again
And autumn behind my window
Is moaning and crying deep
I will not ask, but she still will node
She knows too much to sleep
It’s all masks and a cruel game
It’s a dream in expect of wonder
It’s a constant conscious pain
Crashed on rocks, on walls,
By naively desire of heaven
Lying down, I want peace
Cold embraces me here again
And autumn behind my window
Is moaning and crying deep
I will not ask, but she still will node
She knows too much to sleep
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Posted: Oct 2009
About this poem:
Written by a young lady Oksana, in her language,my translation for her.
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