The lightenings struck upon my nerves
An unexpected thunder came
Love’s crafty eyes, without curves
Glanced in my heart in such a fame
A chilly mind runs away
And recklessness is making sip
When plants of love grow on the heart
When love is silly like a sheep.
And hearts don’t wanna even listen
That I can burn myself to ground
A melting tiny rose appears
Upon the snow, without sound.
Перевод с русского языка, автор неизвестен. Стих давно утерян. С надеждой на критику, Я))
Lucky strike
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