Ashes of the clock @ Shanti (my own poem)
Ashes of the clock was placed quiet
At 12 at night point
When the clock has just died after the last tick.
I said myself: No more selfhumilities!
No more memory of your naive face
What did not realize your own life!
All it was hazard, a stinging painful.
Today nothing left behind you.
Absolutely nothing.
I ask you: If you reached so quickly
The highest level of my pretentious soul
How come as more quickly
You struck just from the highest high,
With head of the lowest level
Of the same soul?
Even you had not a miraculous swooping
Either a tail of light of your flight to abyss!
What a pathetic acrobatics!
I had nothing left of the big picture!
Even your memory was shattered in million of pieces ....
Who will have the socratic patience
To add them once
To get reshape your entire image?
roxi, draga sa stii ca am un suflet simandicos fara ghilimele :)) te pup dulce
mysnakeeye 2 years ago
Frumos... trist...impresionant din nou! Sufletul tau "simandicos" ascunde atata frumusete...Ma bucur ca ne daruiesti si noua putin din sufletul tau, multumim!
Bravo, Shanti!
roxina58 2 years ago
:)) dear Rab, here u listen a poem about an imaginary love :) but ... anyway... I can give u my hand to fly both of us in the light...
mysnakeeye 2 years ago
I felt your pain you were not to blame Take my hand and let me lead you to the light were your heart will be forever bright open the door to your heart on fire love your light
Rab x
RabAdamson 2 years ago