Walking...
So here is another walking piece:
I went and went
Without an end
Through fields and up the hill,
So welcome was the wind‘s embrace,
The world around stood still,
I felt the chill upon my face
As if a crisp caress of lace.
And as my soul felt deaf and mute,
Wind played tree crowns like a lute
To solace me in solitude,
The skies were blue, the sunshine bright,
My sorrow turned into delight,
But even so the parting‘s pain
Shall in my heart for good remain.
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Дмитрий Бек-Лемешев 05.04.2021 00:34 Заявить о нарушении
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