Morning of misty light, white frosty morning
Fields under snow so empty and boring,
Sorrowful thoughts of the youth of the dears
Thoughts of the time when all they were near.
Thoughtful strange smiling I look at the heaven,
*membering face of you that I *ll see never.
Passionate looks, low voice of you dear,
Rose of love that already is sear...
Утро туманное... Morning of misty light...
© Copyright: Жанна Былёва, 2013
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