BlackSea4ever - Evanescence



A quick run over the sun-baked pavement,
The orchards’ leafy shade behind me,
The salty wind and flowers fragrant,
A narrow path that runs down to the sea
From the ancient cliff, adjacent,
That men had parsed into the hills of three.
Always, it is the sea that beckons,
And really it was never blue,
It was the freedom one abandons
In the familiar milieu:
The foam on the waves, the cries of seagulls,
The sand, the pebbles, and the shells.
The shock of the cold followed
By an ephemeral feeling of belonging
Until wave after wave had swallowed
You under and for the air you’re thirsting
Desperate, a rock you climbed
And for a long time sat there knees to chest hugging.
As sun would go down, its path the golden glitter,
Reluctantly I would return to shore,
Back to the garden my father's magic did deliver,
But, solemn promises to serve the sea I swore,
Forsworn, the thought sets me aquiver,
The memories shook me to the core.
thanked 7 times
Submitted by BlackSea4everBlackSea4ever on Sun, 17/05/2020 - 23:02
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Translations of "Evanescence"
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wisigothwisigoth    Mon, 18/05/2020 - 01:37

Хоть и непонятно, но завораживает… успокаивает ритмом. Приятно читать и перечитывать!

BlackSea4everBlackSea4ever    Mon, 18/05/2020 - 01:51

Flattery... we know I cannot meter, rhyme, etc. Regular smile
I can ramble. I’m a rambler,
This story is a moment in my life, a fleeting moment, a fleeting memory. It needs little explaining as nothing has hidden meaning.

PinchusPinchus    Mon, 18/05/2020 - 01:59

>into the hills of three.
Это что-то на тему "сообразить на троих"?

BlackSea4everBlackSea4ever    Mon, 18/05/2020 - 01:56

No, it’s literally a huge cliff with a single thread of a path in my childhood that was years later cut into 3-hills with a staircase.

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