And once has woken up the woman’s soul,
It seemed to me it’d died too long ago,
The boat of fate was rolling, that’s enough,
I tasted strong and bitter wine of life.
Pitch – darkness and obscurity of night
Have turned into rose – coloured pure light,
Green water – meadow and sweet – scented grass
Help me to be triumphant over past.
The joy of life impels to sing and shout,
Surprise the earth, which dissipates all doubts,
The law is great: the white must change the black,
God only knows, how quickly it’ll come back.
A woman s soul
© Copyright: Валерия Суворова, 2009
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