SPRING
Rise, rise, the wild wind, rise and sway
the gloomy bell inside my head to ring –
ring, ring the miles and miles away.
Bring back to me, if you can only bring,
those roaring days and nights of dizzy spring.
Bring back, bring back to buds that sweetest crack,
and crack my body and my soul impaled
with arrows of my being on this track.
Restore the coloring to all that's failed.
The world has been so long just white and black.
While I am here with both feet on the ground,
while I can whiff my raptures and entreaties,
rise, rise, don't let yourself fall down,
my brother wind, paint green the streets and cities.
I smell the spring and hear its swelling sound.
Spring
© Copyright: Николай Левитов, 2015
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Good evening,dear Nick!
Every year we wait the spring with hope,
and the sun presents for us warm light,
and the wild brings skent of love and rose,
while I meet here morning after night.
Excuse me for mistakes.
Be Happy!!!
Лидия Романчук 31.03.2020 14:05 • Заявить о нарушении
Every year we wait the spring with hope,
and the sun presents for us warm light,
and the wild brings skent of love and rose,
while I meet here morning after night.
Excuse me for mistakes.
Be Happy!!!
Лидия Романчук 31.03.2020 14:05 • Заявить о нарушении
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