Не знаю зачем я пытаюсь писать на каких-то ещё языках, это, конечно, надо оставить тем, кто на них говорит, как на родном. Но кто же слушает разум? Сидишь и корпишь над этим непонятно зачем, как будто это домашняя работа такая. Ладно, вот так как-то вышло.
One Drop
The sea is wide, the waves are tall,
our voices drown, too weak, too small.
The storm is loud, the night is deep—
we stand, we fight, we do not sleep.
A single drop can’t stop the tide,
a whispered word won’t turn the side,
but still we speak and still we stand—
a trembling voice but steady hand.
A spark may burn, a thread may hold,
a tale once told is never old.
And if we fall, we leave behind
one drop that someone else may find.
Капля
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One drop that someone else may find,
a seed of hope for humankind.
The tide may rise, the dark may stay,
but dawn will break—we light the way.
No cry is lost in endless night,
no flame too faint to feed the fight.
The sea is wide, the waves are tall,
but love outlives the fiercest squall.
Great thanks for this magnificent poetry,
may happiness grace your days endlessly.
Алексей Михайлович Юрьев 13.05.2025 00:32 • Заявить о нарушении
a seed of hope for humankind.
The tide may rise, the dark may stay,
but dawn will break—we light the way.
No cry is lost in endless night,
no flame too faint to feed the fight.
The sea is wide, the waves are tall,
but love outlives the fiercest squall.
Great thanks for this magnificent poetry,
may happiness grace your days endlessly.
Алексей Михайлович Юрьев 13.05.2025 00:32 • Заявить о нарушении
Wow. This is amazing. I am amazed. Thank you for a beautiful reply!
Ира Изюмина 13.05.2025 00:53 Заявить о нарушении
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