Van Gogh’s Rainbow Reflection.Across the eternity

Anxious heart beat drowns the sound of the dooming alarm bell going away into the hazy blue-grey mist of history and the unrealized human hopes…

The earth seems silent and tranquil with its unrecognizable water channels and islets of forests…

A high dream washed by the clean air streams of freedom seems to be always beside you…

After another instant the enormously mysterious flows of sound will relegate us to the oblivion of the past…

Admiringly excited you will also see the future…

Hold on, you will feel like you are dreaming from wailing of the wind and sunbeams that play like guitar strings in your simple destiny…

You realized that your fate was already decided and it was not decided for the better…

The attraction of the earth is too strong to let you fly up after birds…

Like stones on your neck your deeds will never let you go into the sky of pure dreams…

Whether you scream or not – you are not a bird and your mind cut your wings off…

But you should be happy for you are not the only one. We are all beside you, crushed by the heavy dirt of splashed streets which would even never let us jump down into the water to wash the dirt off…

In front of everybody you may burst into your indignant emotions which lost their way among skyscrapers and these dirty streets…

But your blood will only slightly beautify the dull waters of commonplace pavements…

It will stir up admiration of the crowd unrestrainedly calling for show…

We are not birds. Apparently our thoughts do not need to rise so high…

Only the stones of medieval castles may be proud of their spires washed by the happy past…

They do not care about the city fuss that has already got through them once…

So they are the lucky ones. They do not need to look up and fly into the obscure blue-gray distance of fussy transient times…

If you touch them you will hear your farewell swan song too…

Long as life….

 

 

Автор: magsaund

Образование высшее, экономист. Живу осмысленно, имею привычку думать самостоятельно, т.к. всегда учусь чему то и имею свое мнение, и понимаю, что каждый несет свою ношу. Если ноша бросается, начинаются плохие привычки.

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