Previously published by me ( as all other my English poetry ) on other sites under the name princeAlexander / princealexander .
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My windows face the busy street ...
Both day and night the traffic beat
Invades my quiet solitude
And violates my restful mood.
Fire trucks, an ambulance, police
Disturb my inner conscience peace.
Their sounds tell me of distress
Disaster, death, unhappiness.
I sense like that the world entire
Is crying pain, being set on fire.
And I feel urgent to respond,
Discovering my human bond.
But there are times, which aren't my best ...
Inside of me wakes up unrest.
I feel abandoned, I feel weak,
I don't sense my heart beat tick.
And in those times I have the need
To hear sounds of the street.
This buzz connects me to the world
To which I cling as last resort.
It's nice, being either young or old,
To know that's no matter what,
No matter what will future hold
- Life keeps on moving by my road.
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See Russian "white poetry" translation at
http://www.stihi.ru/2012/11/28/9437
Also see my English poetry folder/section