Why Did I Come Back?
Through the fog between the worlds,
Where restless cries keep calling me, “Come back”!
I cannot hear them.
There, through the fog, is the world, where my soul rushes so.
You cannot stop me anymore; you cannot hold me.
I’m enchanted!
The grass that is waist-deep cries out, “Hold on”!
Green birds (they’re truly green) in scarlet trees (they’re truly scarlet) shout along, “Don’t go”!
But can enchanted hear?
The fog, an old ally of the lost,
An ally of the prodigal sons,
Purposely laid the way,
So that no one can see what lies ahead.
It was in vain.
Enchanted mensee nothing anyway.
Could they attract their old karmic bonds?
No idea.
The conscience under spell is clouded.
Why did I come back?
I do not know.
12/15/2016
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I don't know too.
Мaybe your heart knows.
Мaybe...
Тамара Петровна Москалёва 02.03.2023 04:13 Заявить о нарушении
yes, thank you Tamara.
Илтифат Гейдаров 02.03.2023 07:21 Заявить о нарушении