This poem is about the nature's power and power in general.
When the snow falls in spring
onto the blossom
and the rising river becomes grey
in its force, the cold waves carry
broken branches and dry leaves easily.
And the bird high in the sky, as if
it wanted to take away.
And the bridges. Banks.
Defying to the power, only the fish
rises from the water and splashes
with its bronze body into the waves.
And then, at sunset, the red sun
appears and lights up
the tops of houses.
And the trees.
Poetry by Dejan
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Written on 2006-08-22 at 15:15
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The Power
When the snow falls in spring
onto the blossom
and the rising river becomes grey
in its force, the cold waves carry
broken branches and dry leaves easily.
And the bird high in the sky, as if
it wanted to take away.
And the bridges. Banks.
Defying to the power, only the fish
rises from the water and splashes
with its bronze body into the waves.
And then, at sunset, the red sun
appears and lights up
the tops of houses.
And the trees.
Poetry by Dejan
Read 478 times
Written on 2006-08-22 at 15:15
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