Love is a heaviest burden,
I never tried to carry well.
Crows on grass of The Garden,
Night at the bottom of a Well.
I never was a good learner,
So all the lessons were in vain.
Grass turns yellow, scorch of rowan,
Night at the bottom of a Well.
Crows on grass of The Garden,
Gardener is sleeping near the fence.
His hands are calloused, face is hardened,
His posture is tensed.
His dreams have overgrown his garden,
He never cared of it well.
So all that`s left for him is burden,
And the night at the bottom of The Well.
The Garden and The Well
© Copyright: Никита Егоров, 2014
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