I haven’t betrayed you, my hometown
by Mirela Sula
I’m leaving…
My poor shadow remains
There, wandering on the streets
In the grip of gigantic shades
Though sick, I’m leaving
Hidden under covered wounds
Without medicine
I’m leaving…
How am I leaving?
I still hear earthly songs
Following me down the Childhood Mines
My skin chapped of the saddening epidemic
Makes me suffocate with its yellow color
I’m leaving…
Roads winding downwards
No one knows where they lead to
Cold weather
Hanging itself on my eyes
The never made sins stay locked
In the prison of my body
I don’t know
Why I’m carrying them with me
You killed me…
Unwisely, but you killed me
To spare your own selve
I saw the culprits seeing me out
At the door of my hometown
I was sorry
To leave them behind
I was sorry to leave you behind
My hometown
Melting away like a snow
Didn’t you feel sorry to see me go?
My ears red with innocence and the cold
I haven’t betrayed you my hometown!
Since I first touched your body
I’ve loved you
I’ve been defending you
Now, I’m leaving you
This is all I knew
I’ve been feeding with the freshness of your sky
Your body and soul…
How can you deny me?
My hometown,
You killed me
Because I loved you beyond my consciousness
I am leaving now…
Carpeting your streets with the gravel of love
People keep walking with their eyes closed
Unceasingly, I’m carpeting the frozen ice of your streets
With all I own, so the other people won’t fall down like me before
Mirela Sula
Copyright ©:
Mirela Sula
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- Низами Гянджеви – Ты видишь: я твой давний друг
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External links
Bat’s Poetry Page – more poetry by Fledermaus
Talking Writing Monster’s Page –
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Poems in English
- Robert Burns: Stanzas On Naething: Extempore Epistle to Gavin Hamilton, Esq.
- Robert Burns: Lines Written On A Banknote:
- Robert Burns: Lines To Mr. John Kennedy:
- Robert Burns: Motto Prefixed To The Author’s First Publication:
- Robert Burns: Lines To An Old Sweetheart:
- Robert Burns: The Lass O’ Ballochmyle:
- Robert Burns: Epitaph On “Wee Johnie”: Hic Jacet wee Johnie.
- Robert Burns: Epitaph For Gavin Hamilton, Esq.:
- Robert Burns: Epitaph For Robert Aiken, Esq.:
- Robert Burns: A Bard’s Epitaph:
- Robert Burns: Farewell To Eliza:
- Robert Burns: On A Scotch Bard, Gone To The West Indies:
- Robert Burns: The Farewell To the Brethren of St. James’ Lodge, Tarbolton:
- Robert Burns: Versified Note To Dr. Mackenzie, Mauchline:
- Robert Burns: A Dedication : To Gavin Hamilton, Esq.
- Robert Burns: A Dream: Thoughts, words, and deeds, the Statute blames with reason; But surely Dreams were ne’er indicted Treason. On reading, in the public papers, the Laureate’s Ode, with the other parade of June 4th, 1786, the Author was no sooner dropt asleep, than he imagined himself transported to the Birth-day Levee: and, in his dreaming fancy, made the following Address:
- Robert Burns: Address Of Beelzebub: To the Right Honourable the Earl of Breadalbane, President of the Right Honourable and Honourable the Highland Society, which met on the 23rd of May last at the Shakespeare, Covent Garden, to concert ways and means to frustrate the designs of five hundred Highlanders, who, as the Society were informed by Mr. M’Kenzie of Applecross, were so audacious as to attempt an escape from their lawful lords and masters whose property they were, by emigrating from the lands of Mr. Macdonald of Glengary to the wilds of Canada, in search of that fantastic thing-Liberty.
- Robert Burns: Epistle To A Young Friend:
- Robert Burns: My Highland Lassie, O:
- Robert Burns: Will Ye Go To The Indies, My Mary?:
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