he is taking stars away from the sky <br />so that they sing the soul <br />daybreak with music played on the lute <br />is pleasing to the ear <br />jaunty touching the life <br />is becoming the eccentricity of the nature <br />and with senselessness <br />a fountain is murmuring with returning echo <br />of vile said prematurely words <br />tender sweetness noble customs <br />and unstable speech <br />many- happened one <br />bad will is deluding in order to close <br />youthful greed of the brain in the cage for canaries <br />and to break the fearless pride counting on it <br />that face stripped of dreams <br />ploughs of the time will plough <br />furrowing known signs on it <br />if will be in time... <br /> <br />he is losing the soul awesome <br />with delight of the red boudoir <br />filling the empty time with it <br /> <br />only in the light blue bed <br />he is falling silent under the touch <br />of the White Angel <br /> <br />unknown by choice... <br /> <br />IT IS ALREADY DREAM<br /><br />Maria Barbara Korynt<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/a-unknown/
