The rustle of an old record
like the swishing of a silk dress
that instantly fells,
or autumn leaves,
that the wind blows,
or the rustle of the shingle
under the wheels of an auto
slowly leaving,
or the Eternity,
which sand falls
into the No-Day.
The Rustle
© Copyright: Ирина Гончарова1, 2001
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Te melody of our autumn
consists of the falling leaves'
silence...
*
NICE TO MEET YOU!!! VERY NICE)
Sincerely,
Ellina
Эллина Тульпер 02.04.2011 02:42 • Заявить о нарушении
consists of the falling leaves'
silence...
*
NICE TO MEET YOU!!! VERY NICE)
Sincerely,
Ellina
Эллина Тульпер 02.04.2011 02:42 • Заявить о нарушении
I was pleasantly surprised to read your poetry!
REALLY NICE TO MEET YOU!
Ellina, I'm impressed by the diversity of the languages you know, and especially by your MOME LOSHN poetry. Haven't read anything like that before.
Keep in touch!
Irene
Ирина Гончарова1 02.04.2011 20:21 Заявить о нарушении
REALLY NICE TO MEET YOU!
Ellina, I'm impressed by the diversity of the languages you know, and especially by your MOME LOSHN poetry. Haven't read anything like that before.
Keep in touch!
Irene
Ирина Гончарова1 02.04.2011 20:21 Заявить о нарушении
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