перевод c http://stihi.ru/2005/07/13-1189
ain’t afraid of falling apart..
how can I believe in it?
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even at the end of..
even after on..
once a thread is finished
a balance would come along
under the nearest dome
somewhere thoughts are flying
my broken doll
'take me on' is crying
a golden sieve
by dandelions filled
thrilled
and may be the water's greenery
by tons of sunshine was badged?
freedom’s color is yellow
at the dolly well’s edge
herd grazes on ledge
it is strange
i AM, but something is missing
dew in may is freezing
I hear rolling neigh
roll spindle, roll away
what does it mean: nothing remains?
spindle
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