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Lonely Soul

------------------------ Dialog of 2 poets: ---------------------------------------- 1. Lonely Soul ----------------------------------- Between heaven and earth, between summer and winter, Lonely Soul rushed, rustling her wings. Up to the stars, again downward from eave to eave, from window to window and again, she is in flight. The fires burn somewhere; somewhere music and laughter, someone’s joyful days dazzling success and good luck. Lonely Soul has lost the way between the stars in her long searches, all wet with tears. Again, she hurries, there is neither a map nor way. But she should SEARCH and FIND, sometime! Where? Who? And why? She is my own soul, which searches for my lost son. Dina Televitskaya 2. Sing, Wounded Soul! ----------------------------------------------------------------------------- I cannot hold your cries, they slip through my fingers. I cannot take away your pain, it lies so far beyond my reach. I cannot dig out your sorrow, its roots are too deep. I cannot chase away your fears, they hide and creep out later. I can only tell you, you are loved. So, sing, wounded soul, your tears do not fall into emptiness. James Dalton Byrd (American poet) --------------------------------------------------------------------------- 3.Yes, I will sing again! ----------------------------------- Yes, I will sing again! Thanks for your advice, O my Friend! A song is a fine thing, You’re right: it is not the end! Hear? I already sing about the kisses of a rain, about green-eyed Spring, which gives the lilacs hope again. I sing about your kindness and About force of friendship, About meeting with you, my Friend Sometime, on poetic ship. --------------------------------------- Dina Televitskaya

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