Владислав Порошин – Earth maiden. Poetry about love (страница 3)
«From the depths of the Siberian valleys
towards the southern steppes,
a beautiful eagle flew
up to meet its fate.
He turned for a long time over the fields,
not knowing where that edge was.
His hunter spotted him,
took a bead on him.
A shot rang out,
and like a stone the eagle fell on the water.
No, he was not killed or wounded,
he became a hunter ringed.
Now that he is intoxicated with hops, he sits on his
shoulder as if he is not alive. He forgot everything:
where he was flying, what he was dreaming about,
and finally who was waiting for him.
And it was supposed to fly higher,
from the eyes of people under the clouds.
Fly to the blue-winged eagle
that awaits him from afar.
God alone knows how long
he will be in captivity.
But he remained unknown
just an answer to her pleas».
That’s how it happens in people’s lives,
you go to meet your fate,
and suddenly, some fateful case,
good or bad.
And you fell behind,
and everything seemed out of place.
So be steadfast men,
stronger than life’s obstacles!
As the universe decides
My soul is full of excitement.
Although I’ve never seen you,
I’ve managed to fall in love with you.
Now our meeting is close.
I should rejoice with joy,
but it’s not like that.
There are no guarantees.
That’s what you said.
You’re right. But as a helpless chick,
I don’t know what to answer you.
I feel confused, afraid of the disappointment
that may separate us.
When one of us remains
unhappy, we can’t change anything.
Perhaps it is better not to meet at all,
and continue to live in ignorance, loving.
One hope remains unchanged,
love and faith under the arms lead to you.
And may the universe bless us,
which has decided to unite us.
So know, I’m coming to you on the ice
with trembling legs.
Loving you as I know you,
holding on to a thin thread of happiness.
My
We met you on the verge of summer,
how long we went to each other.
In the excitement, the love of hopes are warmed,
in the eyes of salvation we have found.
That’s the end of the evening correspondence
and the time zone is no longer important.
My dear friend, oh my God! 
