In Words

When the world turns oh, so bitter
And tears start pouring down like rain
I hope to find i’m not a quitter
By the words that will remain.

Hundreds of years, a thousand faces push

Stories of passion, dreams, and time
From all around in different places
Beauty reveled in every line.

Alive he wrote the books we save
Now to the memories we’re bound
How still he lies within his grave
Speaking words without a single sound.

Yet, life he loved at its best
And closed the darkest door
Forgiving days of old past
Into the words of poetry he’d pour.

Love was a topic much admired
He brought a piece of it to earth
The only wish he had desired
Fragmented by the sin at birth.

I whisper words with admiration
In the filled pages of his book
Such pure and honest  inspiration
Gives my life a brand new look.

July 24, 2011
11:55pm
(Inspired by poet Alexander Sergeyevich Pushkin)

 

 


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Author: © Алёна Комарова (Alëna S.)

Stories grow old and maybe they're true. You have a story as well as I do. Some may be simple and some may change lives. So why don't you look and see what you'll find. These are the stories inside my mind. Which may be realities of beauty and time. Some maybe stories of other lives. Mysteries painted, not all disguised. Please rate and enjoy my own little blog. Keep your dreams alive and don't forget to look. Honesty's good but don't be too hard of a critic. Say what you'd like 'cause I sure would love to hear it! E S T A B L I S H E D • 2 0 0 9

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