A dialogue with the poet
8 ноября 2021 г., 21:53
"Please, tell me poet, you're smart,
So, what is life in your oppinion?"
"Well, Life is time, and it is light
And, yes, of course it means the Feeling."
"You tell me feeling. Good enough.
Now, what is hate, I beg your pardon?"
"Oh, Hate is darkness, blind and rough
Like autumn night in leafless garden."
"I understand... And still, explain
What feeling, poet, did you mention?"
"The answer's obvious and plain:
The Love on all the Life extention. "
"Oh, is that possible to get?
This silly concept has no ground!"
"You've never met True Love, I bet?
That's right, it's hardly ever found."
"So, are you luckier then me?
Feel free to share the secret knowledge."
"There is no recepie, you see,
No learning course at school or colledge.
But try to keep your Sole and Heart
Naive and pure and never shut them.
Don't be afraid to talk to God
And pray for Miricles to happen."
