A Day Of Ill Luck

Sorrow sways me

In a few days

I must leave

Disheveled

Abused by the wind

Absentmindedly

I ponder on the square

Absentmindedly

I throw crumbs

To the little birds

As has been for years

Whenever I visit the square

A day of ill luck

A mirror broken

The coin refused

Into the fountain to fall

As I walked the strings

Of some poor bard's instrument

Snapped

The little birds stare at me

I rise

And turn

Their gazes burn holes

Through my clothes

Farewell, I must away

Away, I must

As I walk

All of Warsaw seems to ask

Quo Vadis

I wish I knew

Reviews

[bluessadmood]

I think with all ,there is a time when you have to leave
i ve been messed with ..the winds blew in my face
i thought a lot..those birds and all faces ,i used to see
they question me somehow..where are you to
but so confused never knew what to say
wish i had an anser to pacify them
yes it was a bad day for sure..we all see it one day
lovely write..

[A.A.Romanczuk]

Yes..tis true ..:) This happened a long, long time ago though..and much of it is symbolic...it just..I don't know..sometimes random things come to mind :D Thank You, Moayad :)