The orchestra with verve and passion
Forgets the floor beneath their feet,
I seek your face, the dawn is fashionably fleet…
A whirl of dresses in the ballroom,
A world of candles burning bright –
Deprived of you, I have no calling,
A thousand dawns, though lustrous, golden,
Are not your eyes – their spark, their light…
Pushkins lost poem?
© Copyright: Маленький Принц, 2018
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