Painting And Writing Poem 'One Thousand Years'

 

Painting And Writing Poem

 

 

   

 

Acrylic, gouache, felt line 'One Thousand Years'; I.G.

 

 

 

 

One Thousand Years

  

The father went to the horizon

 The brother went to the horizon

You went to the horizon

I stayed on to spin a yarn

Weave a thread

Wait for them at nights

And hope when they will back.

  

Do not cry, a heart

Do not cry, dear

 A not one cadet will back.

They went, they did not stay

The echo did not sound.

 

There was raining one year

 Raining second thousand years

The thunder will roar third thousand years

I will become a drop

In fourth thousand years

And will melt silently.

 

Fish were looking through windows. 

 

Why is still hurting, nor

I do not feel anything?