I looked into the sky,
I took a white rose into my hands,
I thought that it was mine –
My heart started to breathe.
This rose resembled me my love
And beauty and the dews of spring,
This rose resembled me a dove
And a kiss of desire on the lips.
But suddenly I felt a pain
And I saw a drop of blood:
There was a thorn. It was one and main
And I felt this thorn in my heart.
I looked into the sky –
A rose so red of blood was in my hands.
Now it was really mine,
Yet my heart paused to breathe.
I looked at the rose and then around,
“What love is then?” – I cried.
And only in the night I found
A bird that sang me what was love.
She sang: “Love is like the music mute,
In its sounds the spirit shakes.
But it is like a coward lute –
It brings you sufferings, it troubles makes.”
Love is
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Юля! Понравилось! Очень хорошо!
Спасибо! Только крови много.. :)))
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Спасибо! Только крови много.. :)))
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