Why do you cry, tell me
My heart, my soul?
What was I born, tell, for
Which should I play role?
Why do you cry, tell me
My soul, my heart?
If it can be possible,
On cheeks weren't tears, but blood.
What do you tell live for?
For what, for whom?
Why don't you like your planet
Your town, your room?
When will you find answers
And where are you going to seek?
"His eyes have answers for million questions!
To read them, I need just one keek!"
His eyes have answer
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First three quatrain - disputable.
The fourth, last quatrain, was pleasant to me.
BR,
Дмитрий Степанов Младший 12.08.2009 14:14 • Заявить о нарушении
The fourth, last quatrain, was pleasant to me.
BR,
Дмитрий Степанов Младший 12.08.2009 14:14 • Заявить о нарушении
На это произведение написаны 2 рецензии, здесь отображается последняя, остальные - в полном списке.