Winter in Moskva
This poem is originally posted to my defunct Friendster blog last December 4, 2006. I'm reposting it now here, perfect for the winter season. Now the River Moskva is frozen, It mirrors the faint light of the sun Such beauty I have never seen in a long time. The Kremlin stood eloquently at the other side Within its red walls soldiers are passing by While peasants sing with their balalaikas. I feel the cold wind gushing against me And when I look again at the other side of the river A narrow street opens before me. So when I walk between the avenue of leafless trees A sense of nostalgia engulfs me I want to see the remnants of a heaven in earth. Now the onion-shaped domes are visible from here The faint chanting resounded from that one place That I have been longing to see. Before her divine likeness I fell on my knees Kissed the snow-white ground and whispered a prayer That I hope to reach the heavens. Lovely Moskva, a beauty that never fades ‘Til the end of life I shall never forge