I was going up to the ghost hills,
I was looking for my dream.
I’d tried to do it many times,
But I used to be out of breath. (here [bri:ф] in spite of the proper [brэ:ф])
Despite you all suppose me to be mad
I’m not gonna persuade all of you.
If you wanna you’ll believe me,
Otherwise don’t name it true.
The height of those hills was just huge.
It was clear I couldn’t reach ‘em.
But I didn’t get desperate.
I was trying again and again.
I just wanted to kill two birds with one stone
And to prove myself I can everything.
Those ways hadn’t been covered yet,
It seemed my fate desired me to win.
It was the last time I was climbing the hills
And dreaming to get rid of my fear.
I was almost by the top of my hope,
When I guessed it’d just seemed to me…
адреса: https://www.poetryclub.com.ua/getpoem.php?id=26438
Рубрика: Стихи, которые не вошли в рубрику
дата надходження 05.05.2007
автор: Михаил Иванов