Svetlana Agaverdieva. The benches
Children cut their flash into pieces
They are hoodood by eye dove-colored
Don't sit and you'll not be damned
All who used these planks for sitting
Bosch had took to nightmarish pictures
Don't sit, don't sit, don't sit...
No one person has stayed with me
Don't sit, don't swing your legs though
Gravel grumbles under training's sole
You had better insure your memory
Benches paint peeled off with raining
Over benches the aspens splutter
Spitting people who left me under
Don't sit. Don't stare at clouds.
Benches cause only pain and troubles.
Перевод стихотворения Светланы Агавердиевой "Скамейки" - http://www.stihi.ru/2015/02/14/9286
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