So long, Sacramento
returning moments Gold Rush in thin ridge
of my sleeping thoughts, my soul white spots.
so long, Sacramento, I was being lost.
I was being lost between light and darkness.
my hands were crossed with yours, my heartless,
when we roamed the streets, roamed the alleys.
I remember your smell, but not our names.
but not our names… are somewhere in cafe
of Old Sacramento, of town-baye.
and round, and round, heaven and blue
we get off the ground, my Wandering Jew.
so long, Sacramento, so long as we love,
remember that moment… It was a white dove.
I saw a white dove in the reddening leaves…
so long, Sacramento, farewell caprice...
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В краснеющих листьях я увидела белого голубя… прощай, Сакраменто, прощай каприз...
Английский на высоте, стихотворение - мечта поэта!
Рад, что заглянул именно в Сакраменто. Пока, Сакраменто, до новых встреч!
С теплом души и налучшими пожеланиями!
Ванька Жук 27.03.2024 09:16 Заявить о нарушении
и то, и то - редко.
Обнимаю,
Елена Шай 27.03.2024 14:21 Заявить о нарушении