OlderA Poem by Igor G. BalatskyOLDER My eyes are getting older every day - and less distinctly they can see your faraway mountains on the distant horizon of dreaming My body is getting older every day - and it's become so difficult for it flying to you every night as a moth But it doesn't concern my deep-loving heart which sees you each instant and my evergreen soul that will never get tired of drinking your spring tenderness * From 'Dreamland' (2009) © 2012 Igor G. Balatsky |
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Added on February 18, 2012 Last Updated on February 18, 2012 Tags: love, separation, dreamland, free verse Author
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