Who said, the Death is awful?
It is not true - I saw it:
A tall woman and beautiful,
And her hair had colour of oysteres.
In her eyes was all Universe,
The Eternity felt there.
She looked attentivly. Her gare
Was not lifeless. And I was faired...
And all this time she looked at me
As she stood near my bed.
I was afraid, I couldn"t move, -
She wasn"t ordered yet.
In other room, behind the wall
It was an operation
The pacient must take my place
In the reanimation...
So, she was standing at that place
And with weak sneer she smiled
When I went out - touched whitest dress
I slept in other wand.
Somebody"ll say: it is not true.
It"s dream of worn-out brain.
But in my bad the poor man
Was dead, when morning came...
Death перевод на моё
© Copyright: Мирослава Данканич, 2001
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