In those empty, though fair nights,
When bridges look at Neva- river,
They met as alien, at last
They couldn't this word "you" to remember.
And everybody was so young,
So beautiful, but being winged awhile
In void she kept her inner mind
So strange and cold, wild.
And everything accepting with his heart,
So strict, he couldn't love.
But she loved only the wild beast
Which she liked being tame, preliminary teased.
A stranger - he was holding hand
Of just the same girl,and the north
Had helped
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him anyhow to transform
The dull and soft life to the living night.
So in the night in desert light
The soul didn't hasten to embraces
Of night, and looked at time
At light-blue vault in hesitation
And sorrow, destined to the life....
Людмила 31 27.05.2011 18:13 • Заявить о нарушении
The dull and soft life to the living night.
So in the night in desert light
The soul didn't hasten to embraces
Of night, and looked at time
At light-blue vault in hesitation
And sorrow, destined to the life....
Людмила 31 27.05.2011 18:13 • Заявить о нарушении