The Grapevine
The weak small drops break, fall,
Some drain..
And every road – pitiful and grey..
In the yard one ancient house
Lives a mysterious silence…
This place is out of age and time.
The lonely grapevine here is inclined..
Its’ leaves, that all
Turn yellow, reflect it’s Beauty almost dead
That says about imminence of death..
You always see, What your eyes want to see
How can your life be?
What you want it to be?
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Sincerely: Aleksandrina.
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Александрина Данилкина 05.05.2013 01:52 Заявить о нарушении