оригинал – Весса Блюменбаум «Душа твоя – ртуть»
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Your soul – a flood –
Seems tear on cheek.
All oldies fell out,
Let that be no whit.
Now mark with white stone,
Then darken with pain –
Just no worth a straw –
Hold yours for a play.
One that so horrid
Yet leaving own yard
As need to worry
Your soul – a flood.
This one come for you
Amidst weeping rain
With tender dark to
Disguise you for gain.
Grind out thy last blood
By discolored bouquet…
It was soul – a flood –
Now It is gone west.
21.01.2019
Your soul - a flood. Весса Блюменбаум
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