Рецензия на «Отрывок» (Лена Тюкалова)
You will must write on your wrist the sign, Sign will fit my soul, my mind. You’ll scream words, which the wind so fine Sings in high sky at the midnight time. You will whisper me words: «Not in vain On the Earth now you live your life». But say it so simple and plain, That I would understand – you not lie. And let bad storm – he not gives to go, And let burden of thoughts pulls me down. And grey grime of life – she’s my foe, She tries to press my head to the ground. Words full of any pain and woe – Let these words will fall from any lips. Anyway no one will not know Why I till now live, why I live. Кирилл Ивницкий 02.01.2018 21:47 • Заявить о нарушении
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