Festivals, competitions, concerts –
Dust is a pillar and my head is spinning.
I'm tired of this mess,
All flesh, the spirit of nature.
I'll run away into the wide open,
A silk feather bed will calm you down.
And the toast and arguments will subside,
And the ghostly dust will settle…
I will walk the hills of Cimmeria,
Where Kara-Dag meets the sun,
Where euphoria swirls in the sky
Over a rock that looks like the Reichstag.
I'll sit down in a hollow somewhere,
And fall asleep to the whisper of the spring.
I will dream of a bright picture
Crimean native corner.
I m tired of the whirl
© Copyright: Владимир Вячеславович Смирнов, 2020
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Your thoughts and dreams go down into the ocean deep,
Let Fairies and Angels safeguard your calm and sleep.))
Ирина Скрипак 2 14.04.2021 15:56 • Заявить о нарушении
Let Fairies and Angels safeguard your calm and sleep.))
Ирина Скрипак 2 14.04.2021 15:56 • Заявить о нарушении
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