I’m looking at the sunset –
The beauty, that makes blind,
I’m looking through the window,
The window of my life:
The clouds as I’ve been always
Are lonely in the sky;
Their tears, called rain, make cry me...
I’m longing for the love.
Spring 2001
Sunset
© Copyright: Juliax, 2001
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It's really splendid poem -
And as I fall asleep
I hear its sounds, and for 'em
Commit my nightly trip ...
With excuses for a clumsy manner,
Nicholas 19.12.2001 02:04 • Заявить о нарушении
And as I fall asleep
I hear its sounds, and for 'em
Commit my nightly trip ...
With excuses for a clumsy manner,
Nicholas 19.12.2001 02:04 • Заявить о нарушении