In a foxberry garden glows
The unique and entire rose
She can borrow the blossom's hue
She can give it's lament to you
Curtain window
It needs a sleep
I just hear some of thousands weeps
Straitened sob
Or a sobed strait
Rose you give
Maybe it's to late
Maybe not
And I'm mistaken
Silly fool
Or a foolish seal
Kind of gap
You know
Awaken
And the foxberry splendor's ill
And the rose
As if singing
Take me
Foxberry garden
© Copyright: Евгений Азгирь, 2014
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