This story is about love
That was so great and perfect
But someday love was
Broken down
And then at all forgotten
Can you imagin all these things?
The years of despair
Just seemed to be
The hardest thing
For quite a charming lady
She was so nice,
And young, and tender,
Her eyes were like the
Light,blue sku,
And once she met a fortune-teller
Who told that next day
She would die
And poor lady
Went sadly home,
With fortune-teller,not alone,
And than the fortune-teller asked
To give the gold
And all at once,
She did so and when husband came
He could not guess
What"s happened had
She said just nothing
And that's all
And went to bed alone alone
So passed the years of her life
Her beauty disappered
She thought that she would
Better die
And died with painless method
Love Story
© Copyright: Марина Шульгина, 2007
Свидетельство о публикации №107020102698
Свидетельство о публикации №107020102698
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