Above the ground,
In endless empty corridor
Without sound
I skim above the coldest floor.
In grey light from the casement
My shadow follow me below;
Between the worlds a little rent
Is last asylum for the soul.
And I behold, below my longer shade
Remain my body - a motionless empty shell;
The gloomy sundown slowly fade
In cruel, unrelenting spell.
Between the worlds a little rent
Is last asylum for the soul -
In grey light from the casement
My shadow vanish now below.
© Peter Wolf Todos los derechos reservados
Не съм писал поезия на български от дете. На български са опитите ми в прозата, но там процесът е доста по - бавен при мен.
С поезията е винаги спонтанно.