Alive
We'll be gone,
When the sun is spreading rays,
Or when the dawn
Is scarlet, violet, blue or green,
The burning sky...
And all our thoughts, and all our dreams
Will have to die.
But don't mourn until it's done!
Just hold my hand.
If time cannot be outrun,
Then I demand
Your love, your soul, your fervid kiss
And talks at night.
And no second shall we miss,
We are alive.
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Анна Аркадьевна Мочалова 18.10.2017 21:34 Заявить о нарушении