Forest. And Chopin
Is beating in brain
In re-mi-sol interval.
As if from life remained
Only the light of love
And these of soul breakdowns.
Seems for a moment that sounds –
That is the soul itself.
Strange that I am in body.
And that I’m here – is strange.
Forest. And Chopin
© Copyright: Елизавета Судьина, 2014
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