The grief soul hides the tears from the heart
Because my enemy has stolen my ring,
Now the angels cry about the dying love
And I can not stand their sad singing.
Their tears fall down with the heavy rain
And this loud and ding-dong noise makes me deaf
To the drops that dripping on the floor as on the brain
And I become blind to the no-angels-world’s space.
aug./16
The angels song
© Copyright: Ольга Владимировна Львова, 2016
Свидетельство о публикации №116080406933
Свидетельство о публикации №116080406933
Рецензии
