Рецензия на «Ты свет в оконце, но не тот» (Миллена Роуз)
You are the light, but you can’t save – (Not for this you were made) Me on my fire thorny way, Beside hell’s awful gate. Not for you I will open door And will call to my home. When I can’t take it anymore, When I’ll be so alone, When I will cry on cold grave Of lost and broken hopes – Not you, another guy will save, And he will help me cope. Not you… And like at the last time – I’ll dash to arms of dreams… No... You have not the wings, You just can see the dreams, You’re just a wandering grey haze In flight of the days-winds. Кирилл Ивницкий 02.11.2018 21:17 • Заявить о нарушении
Thank you for understanding the main thing - my soul!
I appreciate that! Миллена Роуз 03.11.2018 21:51 Заявить о нарушении
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