Pride
амурской поэтессы Светланы Борзуновой
My darling, after all my pride сalms down
My soul owns up it cannot be without you
The poignant truth sharps my mind clarifying
I played my freedom and I’ve had enough.
Where can the homeless ivy clinging to?
My gloomy mind says in a whisper to me
Such a banal and trait phrase like bitter true,
I will forgive you, please come back to me.
I miss you and I’m tired of being alone,
There is much bitterness in separation,
Tell me why I should stand all that impression,
I can’t live like this but my life goes on.
I feel like I am near of precipice.
I have no energy, why did I leave you?
Whom do I lie saying I will forgive you?
Come back to me and just forgive me, please.
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