To the stars
I’ll take just you with me in thither
Where is residing gentle bliss,
Where is the heavens divine kiss
As well as only friendly weather.
And you and me will freely breathe
The thickly smell of Universe,
Forgetting dismay and remorse,
We’ll hover on the cyan breeze.
And we’ll be met by quiet star,
As soon as we are getting tired,
And we’ll be burned by kiss desired,
Which was not even dreamed so far.
To the stars мой стих на английском
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