tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2984806401118681918.post1019397751964280746..comments2024-02-20T06:21:03.607+02:00Comments on някъде над покривите на града: Когато всички си отидат...Радосвета Аврамова (caribiana)http://www.blogger.com/profile/13165932150494540765noreply@blogger.comBlogger1125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2984806401118681918.post-2030740972406751482008-10-12T00:53:00.000+03:002008-10-12T00:53:00.000+03:00When everybody's gone( and the seagulls can reall...When everybody's gone<BR/><BR/>( and the seagulls can really love )<BR/><BR/>Is it fall, dear sea , that is coming ahead<BR/>I didn't get it...and the birds are now sad<BR/>making sharp circles above your sea bed<BR/>as if telling you :"at spring time we're back" <BR/><BR/>the steps in the sand are unclearly running<BR/>going up and around , looking for their way<BR/>The Summer's become narrow and stumbling<BR/>it flows like a stream .The waves silent stay<BR/><BR/>An alley ( so narrow ) has become tired of steps<BR/>it feels premonition - of wind - autumn, salty<BR/>chestnuts spreading leaves dozing off in the depths<BR/>they've gathered in them bits of Summer(felt faulty)<BR/><BR/>Autumn...sound sad , doesn't it, sea ?<BR/>But can you see over that distant stone<BR/>a bird has perched , to stay with You and Me<BR/>cos' it is all yours ...not to the Summer alone...yanbibiyanhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/11981988288342513238noreply@blogger.com