Рецензия на «Романс» (Рудская Раиса Терентьевна)
We can’t back time, dreams are broken. Love won’t back, will back only pain. And parachutes of words that spoken – They cannot open up again. We cannot get away from ground To fly in sky at morning dawn, ‘Cause doubt’s burden pulls us down, And couple will not be reborn. Bouquet by beautiful white roses Is faded. And he will not burn. And so heavy my life’s prose, And faith in happiness is gone. But verses do not listen praying. My soul’s empty, sans light’s gleam. And she is silent. She’s not saying – She is just cherishing my dreams. But they will not come true – I know. ‘Cause there’s no love, and spring has passed. And in my heart is only snow… My love, don’t call me... All’s in past… Кирилл Ивницкий 02.06.2019 18:26 • Заявить о нарушении
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