The doctor has prescribed me love..
I am repeating in the fever,
This recipe I shall deliver
To copy-books, which lie above.
“It is prohibited to think
About the love”, – my friends are shouting, –
“It is too late to climb this mountain,
It is too hard”. My spirits sink.
But I’ll reiterate again
Without obeying these advices:
“Love is the remedy for crisis,
For love I want to make a lane”.
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The souless crowds block the ways.
But be the brave*, for love is-fuel
Which can enlight the griefest day.
**
* The brave - an Indian warrior
Sagittarius 16.11.2009 13:08 Заявить о нарушении
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