By one frase from inet...
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She doesn't love me anymore
No longer love her I...
And silent movement of the oar
Of the boat of memory
Causes a splash on lake of dream...
One shore for her, one shore - to me...
One side for me, one side - to her...
I don't love her anymore...
Ah... if the destiny of dream
Could join banks of lake together,
Or a boat, which was rather near,
Was not so small, was not too fair...
Perhaps the gold splash would give
The love, emotion to live...
But... anytime, and anymore,
When splash is made by a golden oar
Of my dream... her dream - never
Is broken... She is - in level
That couldn't be reached,
Or couldn't be touched
By lips, by nose, by my eye.
She was beloved by me... all's over...
I'm sailing though life-lake alone.
And so... no longer love her I.
She is in dream of memory...
She doesn t love me...
© Copyright: Людмила 31, 2015
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Понравилось, очень живописная метафора с лодкой, веслом, берегами. Просто и дорого сердцу.
Юлия Азорова 14.03.2015 21:56 • Заявить о нарушении
Юлия Азорова 14.03.2015 21:56 • Заявить о нарушении
Это немного коррелирует с А.Блоком, я его вспоминала, когда сочинялись стихотворение. Удачи в жизни. С теплом. Людмила.
Людмила 31 18.03.2015 08:50 Заявить о нарушении
Людмила 31 18.03.2015 08:50 Заявить о нарушении
да-да-да, точно оно, как же я сразу не догадалась!
Юлия Азорова 19.03.2015 23:14 Заявить о нарушении
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