(на английском)
My heart is chared,
my heart is hard –
Entangled by strings bequiling Harp.
Is artificial my loving wish?
I cannot catch my golden fish...
Not a fairy tale,
nor magic spell
Will not lead us to wedding’s Bell.
Forget, forgive –
let me just live,
As autumn leaf –
before it leave...
But loving soul
die not at all –
I will revive – just only call.
1998
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© Copyright: Эдуард Трескин, 2019
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