The way runs long but life's so short
To ride along the road,
So I was going to the east
To search for light abroad…
I climbed the mountains very high
Where's no one but the stars
And souls of elders you can find
To ask for theirs advice.
That lovely morning was so clean,
I saw the golden dawn,
And down the hill beneath my feet
The figure standing tall.
I was afraid to call this man
'Cos he might disappear,
But then he turned his face to me
And waved: "Come down to me".
30 IV 2015
Searching for the strange
© Copyright: Варфоломей Свободнов, 2015
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