Cliffs
Whenever I remember cliffs,
I'm drawning in the light.
The clear dreams, the forgotten dreams,
The blissful side of mind...
My silver strings will pray to cliffs,
To place, where lives my heart,
Where silent stones of ancient spears
Is not my empty part.
Lets go, my friend! To magic cliffs!..
Where heaven plays with clouds!
The songs of flowering greensleeves
Will always follow us!
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Марина Зеболова 5 19.10.2019 14:54 Заявить о нарушении