Рецензия на «Тихо-тихо... нежно-нежно...» (Яна Щербина)
So softly, so gently… Moves are smooth without sound. Feel the air by a warm wave, And spring rain’s dripping down, Magic instant’s flying quickly By nice comet through the years. Dreams-meteorites are shining – They are cutting skies so clear. Time is stopping like the secret, Rustle of plants in this evening Is so gentle. Grass is breathing – She is whispering me tale. By nice flowers we’re braided – We break walls through all the meanings. We are crumbling like a pollen, Wind caught us because it’s time! We are flying, not are falling To the depth of space – so fine! Кирилл Ивницкий 28.03.2019 19:50 • Заявить о нарушении
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