Love at first sight in Go Left, Go Right-Simboska [Poland]
They were convinced of each other, and it was a sudden passion that brought them together.
This certainty is beautiful, but it is not sure that it is better.
They have never met, so they are sure that they have nothing to do with each other.
But words from streets, stairs and halls
They may have passed each other a million times.
I want to ask them if they still remember the moment when the revolving door faced each other.
Or muttered sorry in the crowd, or dialed the wrong number on the other end of the phone.
But I know the answer, yes, they don't remember.
They will be depressed because fate has teased them for years.
When the time is not ripe, it becomes their destiny. Fate pushes them forward, distance blocks their way, resists disappearing, and then flashes aside.
Love at first sight (Poland) Sim Borska
They believe in each other,
Their union was love at first sight.
This confidence is wonderful,
But it would be better to hesitate.
They thought that since they had never met,
In the past, there would be no connection between them.
Maybe on streets, stairs and aisles,
They may have passed long ago.
I really want to ask them,
Do you remember-
Maybe in the revolving door
They met once?
Maybe it's too crowded. I said "I'm sorry"!
Or say "wrong number" in the receiver.
However, I know they will answer:
No, I don't remember such a thing!
They were very surprised,
For a long time,
They are full of opportunities.
They are not quite ready yet.
Exchange fate with others.
They come and go,
Fate often appears on their way,
I held back my snickering at them,
Then jump to the side of the road.
Indeed, there are signs and signs,
Although they don't know it.
Maybe three years ago,
Or last Tuesday,
There is a leaf.
Fall from one person's shoulder to another?
Or something lost and found?
Maybe it's in the bushes.
Childhood is a ball game?
Maybe doorknobs and bells,
They used to
Moved them.
Maybe their boxes are in the cloakroom,
Maybe on the same night,
They had the same dream,
Woke up and disappeared.
However, every beginning
There is a continuation of it.
And that notebook
It's always half open and half closed.
commemorate
If you
If you tell me,
Sentence by sentence
If it's really pure
I woke up in the morning
I remember.
Young age
Simple things
If you do,
Sentence by sentence
Shallow and deep
If the clouds fly and the snow falls,
two
Care is asking.
Sometimes,
Deeply worried
be
neglect
If there is no news
As quiet as a sunken ship.
The same is true of the sea.
Remember quietly
three
If at the end of summer,
early autumn
I wrote it once.
Obscure words
An innuendo accident.
Seemingly accidental.
Falling rain
_ _ also remember
Cat flea
The part about you is living in the dark corner of my life. Because it's not a dead end, I feel like I'm among the dead.
Often, I smile at others, but others don't feel it.
Maybe I just often feel smiling at others, which is obviously not enough.
A bird flew by and the sky was still there. That's it.
I doubt it, but that's all.
Sometimes, my eyes can only tell me so much.
Anne baby
A poem by Baby.
How long will you love me? Your tears are dripping on my soft hair.
A gentle promise flows like water, and I am looking for your expression in the dark.
I am like a flower blooming in the wind. You said you loved me, and your hands were warm.
Withered again and again, so desperate and happy.
Maybe I'll die at your hands like this.
no longer
The baby's second poem
I've been waiting for you here for so long, and my tears seem to turn into the wind. After such a long journey, I'm back here.
Gradually understand that there is no longer you. Have you ever been here or will you never show up? I am as calm as water.
I will die empty-handed.
The baby's third poem
If I love you, I can stand by and watch quietly.
I don't want to say anything, maybe it's wrong to say it, I don't want to do anything, maybe it's wrong to do it.
Only missing is right, keeping my mouth shut for you.
You are by my side like a bird that stops occasionally. I think I love you. I just want to watch you quietly.
We were together for a moment.
The baby's fourth poem
It turns out that we only met for a parting.
There is no such language anymore.
Your eyes, your breath, your cotton shirt, the temperature of your skin, your smile.
I really don't love you, and my heart is tired. I want to go far away.
You disappear from my life like the wind.
that‘s great
The baby's fifth poem
Everything goes on, and you stand in the dark with your eyes like water.
I breathe gently, and the wind is full of promises.
Touch my hair and I will grow up.
The baby's sixth poem
Can you give me a beautiful oath to bind me? I don't want to break free.
Everything is so beautiful, we crossed a river with melancholy and happy time.
I don't know the direction of progress, parting is looming, I can't see your eyes, I am a silent flower in the shadow.
Your hand touched my face, and I suddenly felt silence in my heart.
You can manipulate me at will. I am here.
The seventh poem of the baby
I want to go far away, I want to love someone deeply.
Loneliness melts silently in colorless blood.
Waiting makes me exhausted. Every time the wind blows into my heart, I want to go with it.
If you promise to tell me forever, if you hug me in the wind.
If your eyes can tell me something, I'd like to stand in the dark and listen again.
Open your palm, let me bloom like a flower, and then die.
The eighth poem of the baby
Many times I don't know what I want.
Tears are as easy to fall in the wind as leaves, and I feel left but have nothing to say.
When your hand reaches out, I am no longer free. I want you to pay more than pain.
Whose arms will be warmer? You told me you loved me, and then you left. In a strange crowd, you disappear like air.
Am I going to die?
when you are old
Author: William Butler Yeats
When you are old, gray-haired and sleepy.
Take a nap by the fire, take down this book,
Reading slowly, dreaming of the gentle eyes.
Your eyes were once, and their shadows were deep;
How many people love your happy and elegant moments,
Love your beauty with false or true love;
But there is one person who loves your pilgrim soul,
Love the sadness on your aging face;
Bend down by the glowing fireplace,
Whispering a little sadly, how love dies.
Pacing on the mountains overhead,
Hide his face among the stars.
Wait till you get old.
When you are old, gray-haired and sleepy,
Take a nap by the fire, pick up this book,
Read slowly and dream of your eyes.
How gentle and deep.
How many people love your spirit,
Love your beauty, but with love or false or true,
But there is one person who loves your pilgrimage soul,
I also love the ever-changing sadness on your face.
Bend over the hot iron bar,
You mumble and sigh: true love has escaped,
Pacing on the ridge high above you,
Hide his face among the stars.
My faith
I believe that the essence of love is like
The simplicity and gentleness of life
I believe that all
Reflection and fit of light and shadow
I believe the trees are full of flowers.
Only from a seed in the ice and snow.
I believe in 300 poems.
What is repeated is just that
What you can't say when you are young.
That word
I believe in all God's arrangements.
I also believe that if you are willing to work with me
Go back together
In that distant and humble source
We will finally understand each other.
crossroads
If I really love you,
I won't forget it.
Of course, I still have to go.
Continue quietly
Said it was a nice day.
The wind is soft.
I can still smile wearily in the sunset.
Say that life is really ordinary
No twists and turns and troubles.
But if I really love you,
I won't forget it.
It's at this intersection.
Young you waved to me.
Separate from now on.
Reciting tone
Whether I cry or not.
Or smile and say goodbye to you.
Life is inseparable sadness and happiness.
When the light comes on,
I must sing this song.
The hardest scene
Please hold your breath and listen, and then
Give me another big cheer.
The love of my life.
After the song is over
Whether I cry or not.
Or smile and say goodbye to you.
I will be very happy to perform with you.
Even if you're not the destination.
I still have to stubbornly move in your direction.
Even though I know it's not your wait.
I still insist on visiting your love hanging under the eaves
My hands are empty.
There is only one news about the wind.
I'm stumbling.
Because I've been gone for thousands of years.