Рецензия на «Всё смешалось в доме нашем...» (Идущий Во Тьме)
We will give you what we can--our labor and our soil, Water drawn from the earth when the skies fail, Nights scented with the ocean fog, days softened by the circuit of bees. We plant you in the corner of the grove, bathed in western light, A slender shoot against the sunset. Рифмочка 23.12.2020 08:25 • Заявить о нарушении
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