Melancholy
In window beats
The gloomy rain,
Sorrow’s tiptoeing
In my brain.
I go to kitchen
And make tea,
It’s my comrade –
Melancholy.
She whispers softly
In my ears
Her dismal and
Depressed ideas.
She likes to come
When I’m at home,
My relatives
Never see her.
She smiles cunningly
And remainds
Me all mistakes
Of whole my life,
Reminds me what
I’ve dreamt about
And how I’ve lost
In gloomy crowd.
I ,angry , cry:
“Leave me alone!
You irritate me!
Go, please, go!”
Melancholy,
I’ll say again:
Wish you forever
Went away.
Don’t touch my brain,
Don’t touch my soul.
Just leave my mind
And don’t return.
Past went in past,
But I still live.
I hate these days
When you with me.
© Copyright: Давыдова Вера, 2013
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в данном случае не what а that, past went in past англичане так не говорят, они говорят move on, move on life
Ольга Спирина 2 11.04.2015 23:18 • Заявить о нарушении
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