With Love Only
I hear the music of the Creator
In the fire of the sunset, in the blue darkness of the night,
In a starling’s song – a spring’s curator
Even when the quietness is tight.
It seems that love embraces all the creatures.
No more sadness, loss and tears.
No more wars, no more killed soldiers,
And only Madonna tenderly cradle her dears.
But how to understand where the evil vanished?
How can you distinguish love from hate?
How to survive in spite of all the deaths
And know that our life is our mate?
To know love we have to know evil,
Clean our souls of envy and revenge.
There is simply no the other way out.
With only love beautiful life you can entrench.
<Deleted User> (10123)
Sun 25th Mar 2012 11:09
Hi Larisa,
Tis I who fall before thee to ask for pardon since I betrayed the first rule: Never read poetry quickly - I came, I read, I erred, forgiveness is a quality enjoyed by those who are gracious. Be gentle with this pen-wright who has - got it wrong again! - Ta muchly, Nick.