The metaphorical description of me

< Felix Komarov



On a donkey ride the old man and the child
And the angel above them dissolute circles.
And the winds of heaven where - is borne,
Silently he whispers, but more often silent.

A child plays on the dusty road,
Laughing and crying are always just.
The old man constantly sums up,
Afraid of mistakes and still be trapped,
From their thoughts often falls.
A donkey plods quietly shopping
And if utknetsya in blockage or wall,
While the old man was alive, there will be no trouble.
Kid remembers favorite person
And the tears come at night and my mother calling.
And after playing, singing and spinning
Not knowing and not knowing minutes a year.
The old man watching child fun
And angry flashes, and a shout of joy ...
And the angel sings so crystal and thin,
What's in the face of each melody seems.
He looks through the eyes of the creator in the coming
And he had them invisibly leads the.
For a long time they left the Garden of Eden,
Now, only the road ahead and fight.
And the donkey tired and weakened elder,
The child forgets his game ...
And they will be filled with darkness and iron
Such short winter days ...

Only an angel, sadly folded its wings,
Farewell song for them crows.
And silently say - was "ashes became dust ....»
And silently continue the flight at sunrise.