You hope for rain, at least for cloud,
to free for a day your unliving heart,
to see my face in the light of the day,
to see if my wrinkles will still let you stay.
You hope for an eclipse to have lunch with me,
in stead of waking me up recklessly for midnight tea.
You hope for time machine to bring me back in your century,
to make me see they are truth, the stories you telling me,
to make me see for your time you were really adventurous.
You hoped for immortality,
long ago, when your soul was young.
Now you’d gladly given up eternal youth to the gravity,
just not to feel thirst every time you kiss my pulsating hand.
26.07.2012
Sopot, Bulgaria
author: ©Sabina Braycheva
photo: True Blood
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Rois 
Yes! Love it Rois! The idea of immortality is indeed fascinating, intriguing. But who would really want to live forever? At those costs?
Posted by Ink. [Anette] | четвъртък, 26 юли, 2012г., 17:53I had some doubts this noem is not as good as I wanted, but your words made me like it. Thanks, Anette! 🙂
Posted by Rois | четвъртък, 26 юли, 2012г., 23:09fantastic
Posted by Kyle | четвъртък, 26 юли, 2012г., 17:58Hope you enjoy reading it, Kyle. 🙂
Posted by Rois | четвъртък, 26 юли, 2012г., 23:09The hope for immortality… when my soul was young. Ahhh yes… I remember well. These are powerful thoughts… thank you!
Posted by Galen | четвъртък, 26 юли, 2012г., 18:31I’m glad you find something that apply to you in my noem, and thanks for visiting. 🙂
Posted by Rois | четвъртък, 26 юли, 2012г., 23:10