Poezie

The broken heart

( my philosophy of the \"big Bang\")

1 min lectură·28 noiembrie 2007

Mediu

When time was young and pure

and the stars not yet born,

the master, lonely and sad,

looked down into the universe

and wished he had a friend –

but there was only him

in this vast nothing –

which is the black robe he wears

that covers day and night;

so he wept and cried,

sat watching his tears fall by -

like diamonds hardened,

they formed rocks warm and alive,

where oceans swell and flowers blossom;

still this beauty he could not share,

and he felt complete despair,

until his poor old heart had broken,

into million facets, sparkling bright,

it fell deep down onto the Earth,

where all his tears had gathered;

now it walks there inside me and you

in all flora and fauna, too,

enjoys the diversity,

lives and builds himself freely

his own home -

the master is no longer alone

Sybille(Sydney)Krivenko 2007

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Sydney Krivenko. “The broken heart.” Atelier, Poezie.ro, https://poezie.ro/atelier/sydney-krivenko/poezie/1755929/the-broken-heart

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