tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2984806401118681918.post1128672991462250984..comments2024-02-20T06:21:03.607+02:00Comments on някъде над покривите на града: ОТ СТРАНИ...(ОПИТ)Радосвета Аврамова (caribiana)http://www.blogger.com/profile/13165932150494540765noreply@blogger.comBlogger3125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2984806401118681918.post-75347210100418714152007-11-14T18:32:00.000+02:002007-11-14T18:32:00.000+02:00:)))Само мога да благодаря :))Много!:)))<BR/>Само мога да благодаря :))<BR/>Много!Радосвета Аврамова (caribiana)https://www.blogger.com/profile/13165932150494540765noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2984806401118681918.post-17349876046568263932007-11-14T17:12:00.000+02:002007-11-14T17:12:00.000+02:00FROM ASIDE…(an ATTEMPT )..An attempt for a self-po...FROM ASIDE…(an ATTEMPT )<BR/>..An attempt for a self-portrait…<BR/><BR/>SHE is a-smiling and into her eyes <BR/>Thousands of stars go twinkling so bright<BR/>Then SHE starts to draw window pane hearts<BR/>And Rainbow-day blazes with fountains of light<BR/><BR/>Sometimes SHE is still like a small child<BR/>Talks with the birds, a language unheard<BR/>And SHE still believes in the magical rites<BR/>That happen so early, when morning has stirred<BR/><BR/>Sometimes SHE’s charming, just like sorceress<BR/>A woman SHE is, but… one of a kind<BR/>Her hairs and lips and the warmth of her hands<BR/>The world fades away, the thrill becomes mild<BR/><BR/>And then SHE is angry, a lightning that flies<BR/>A storm over foamy and choppy rough sea<BR/>A sandstorm, disaster without a disguise<BR/>A gray cloudy sky, hard rain SHE can be <BR/><BR/>And sometimes SHE cries, I think, it’s quite often<BR/>For all yellow dry and sad autumn leaves<BR/>Her tears are the rain that mourns ‘bout the rotten<BR/>Sea-shells motionless on the shores of the seas<BR/><BR/>Sometimes SHE’s a bore then SHE just stays silent<BR/>As if all the world got faded away<BR/>SHE tackles so carefully memories, stories<BR/>And let them all sleep in her heart for a day<BR/><BR/>But SHE’s no time, at all, to be identical<BR/>The Earth turns round- SHE’s dancing like an elf<BR/>At first SHE’s small, then adult (but poetical)<BR/>Now sad, then perky, but that’s SHE, herself...<BR/><BR/><BR/>p.s.<BR/>....breathless... I am ...:-)yanbibiyanhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/11981988288342513238noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2984806401118681918.post-85200213815345733842007-11-14T09:51:00.000+02:002007-11-14T09:51:00.000+02:00Ами просто е...най-красивия стих!:)Ами просто е...най-красивия стих!:)Santiagohttps://www.blogger.com/profile/13734553580411850516noreply@blogger.com