א. נ. מקרוב / Two readings of us |
Many silent voices of you
Are speaking through me. pass me.
This serenity I can not hide,
Filled with little drops of heart.
Young drops of existence.
Inconsequential drops of love
That withers and evaporates along with the breeze
That brings hope.
Alas!
Hope winds are false.
And I am dead as ever.
Rivers flow on
Undertows keep on bringing me back,
The fountain of life will not come as late.
One soft whisper of you
Glowing through my four chambers.
It's intensity I can not hide,
Raining little drops of hurt.
Old drops of anguish,
For as long as I have been alone
Withering and evaporating, like the breeze
That brings tears to eyes I thought
Could dry no more.
Alas !
Hope winds were false,
I was dead as ever,
And then came you.
Rivers flow on,
Undertows keep on bringing me back.
To you.
But now I touch again,
I love again,
You're my fountain.
And we have life.
(Written with the one and only- Omri Lahav)
היצירה לעיל הנה בדיונית וכל קשר בינה ובין
המציאות הנו מקרי בהחלט. אין צוות האתר ו/או
הנהלת האתר אחראים לנזק, אבדן, אי נוחות, עגמת
נפש וכיו''ב תוצאות, ישירות או עקיפות, שייגרמו
לך או לכל צד שלישי בשל מסרים שיפורסמו
ביצירות, שהנם באחריות היוצר בלבד.
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