Outside Poem by Galina Italyanskaya
Outside
The land of my past is ruined
Away to a foreign shore
I'm thrown, like a leaf,
Got through it.
Who knows,
What I'm searching for?
The same but the other moonlight,
The same but the other sun.
I'm tired to death.
I would like
To see
Where I have to run.
My home I wish to inquire,
That's where my heart belonged.
But now they are both on fire,
And I'm outside,
Alone.
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(30 April 2016, Ukhta)
Hi Galina, Very touching write. You have captured the heartbeats of the the displaced, the destitutes. Their sorrow, helplessness, nostalgia and loneliness you have expressed in so little, but very powerful words. Very Poignant. Such thoughts can come from only a very loving and caring heart. My home, That's where my heart belonged. But now they are both on fire, And I'm outside, Alone. A proud 100++
A soft and delicate thought from a nice heart, Galina. You may like to read my poem, Love And Lust. Thank you.
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I would like to translate this poem
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4/30/2024 4:42:00 PM # 1.0.0.1119
Stunning write on the lot of the refugees... a very beautiful and soulful poem. The phrasing and images evoked are very very vivid.