Poem by Natalia Govsha
CIRCLE of LIFE
We run… And run… And run…
Where to? Why? What for?
It seems to us – the wind fills our wings.
We breathe freedom – filling our breast.
But… For whom does the bell tolls?
Swaying, the bell sings.
We run as if in a circle.
Faster… Faster… Faster…
But there is a beginning and an end,
and, finally, we press against the line, thin,
where there is no more spin, and no more air.
Our flesh wearily falls on the bones.
Our brain is cleared of earthly vanity –
in infancy it returns.
But I … I’m losing hope, standing in powerlessness…
And I ask Heaven, mine, to bless.