I was a dreamer, and he sang his songs;
I dreamt of colours not of our space
Yet could not tell where all tunes came from;
He could embody words of stranger grace.
First time we met at library's one shelf
Where we both looked for same pure-golden piece;
We fought: he wanted it just for himself
And thought it badly rude of me to cease.
But then I swore upon a single word,
And he was frozen, never shut his mouth;
He raised his hat and before me he bowed,
Which made me at the time both shy and proud.
Thus old malditions turned to newer bless,
Therefore old legends must be ever praised.
My First Love
© Copyright: Ира Катасонова, 2026
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Nice story of love at first sight… is it ever continued?
Cause it look like you are two persons from a completely different, separated worlds… is it so, ah?
Эл Тэ 25.10.2026 08:03 • Заявить о нарушении
Cause it look like you are two persons from a completely different, separated worlds… is it so, ah?
Эл Тэ 25.10.2026 08:03 • Заявить о нарушении
I am glad you liked it! To be honest, I have never thought of writing the story on, but thanks for the idea
Ира Катасонова 25.10.2026 09:47 Заявить о нарушении
Ира Катасонова 25.10.2026 09:47 Заявить о нарушении
I am sure you will succeed, those stories leave inside of us! Just waiting to be presented to all.
Good luck!
Эл Тэ 25.10.2026 10:00 Заявить о нарушении
Good luck!
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