יום שלישי, 26 בינואר 2010

Nostalgia


Oh you who was most beloved
And my soul’s dearest mate,
You were ruthlessly shoved
From my side by man made fate.
The joys of life were just ours,
Though we were insatiable,
We used to spend most hours
With beasts and birds sociable.
We used to roam every week
Choosing a new destination:
A hill, a wood or a creek,
Each had its own sensation.
Whatever time we could spare
We vowed to spend in nature,
We ventured just everywhere,
It never ceased to nurture.
Every day at dawn breaking
We climbed a cliff to behold
The sun as it was waking
Still wearing its crown of gold.
We roamed every distant shore,
Never before was trodden,
We discovered to the core
Hidden caves though forbidden.
We wandered in pastures green
Where fleecy sheep used to graze,
No sooner the sun was seen,
The ears of corn went ablaze.
The night we dedicated
To discussing literature,
We read much and created
Our own world of culture.
We loved poetry so much
And I had some of my own,
You oft said you had a hunch
Someday I’d be well known.
We never discussed religions
Since we felt they were the cause
For tension in all regions
That led to so many wars.
Yet we couldn’t overcome
The sea of hatred around,
No matter how hard we’d swum,
We finallay sank and drowned.













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