The Bee has died after the stinging,
It's left the pain for you and died.
Her life has overfilled by fight, -
It's pass away after the stinging.
That's life - it's not a daily singing,
It's buzzed in that bee' constant flight.
Sweet honey's turned to bitter side, -
The Bee has died after the stinging.
Oh, how it's difficult forever
To live without defensive way:
The Wasp has stung and flown wherever,
The Bee has stung and pass away...
The Bee
© Copyright: Юрий Розвадовский, 2008
Свидетельство о публикации №108013000642
Свидетельство о публикации №108013000642
Рецензии
