My friend, mi darling,
Ever melted heart
I felt,
When sunset
Fall to tear us apart.
Like blood on fire
Boiling
The wind, the sky,
The trees were moaning,
While watching greasy words
Of farewell
Your lips defaced.
And ever being dead
Or may be born
Who knows,
I’ m looking for the sunset
Or sunrise,
The eyes like sea,
The lips to be awoken.
The sunset
© Copyright: Саломея Перрон, 2019
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