I don't know what it means
My today's being sorry,
But one poem I can't forget.
And I'm sure that You'll
Be embarrassed to learn it-
Such a perfect, but tragic story.
The air is cool and
It's getting more dark,
And the Rein flows so
Perfectly calm
And the top of a mountain's
Shining so far
In the tender vanilla sky.
Look high in the mountain,
There's a lady...
She sits there perfectly shy,
Her hair's like gold
Just for most of the people,
Her voice like an angel's one.
She sees a sailor in sailboat
And calls him with tragedy,
And he, being charmed
Cannot see anything
Except for her majesty...
I think that the waves did
Embrace him so wildly,
That he couldn't say any word,
And this ( who'd have thought of it!)
Did charming lady
With her overwhelming voice.
Laurel
© Copyright: Марина Шульгина, 2008
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