Рецензия на «Кольцо» (Ольга Суханова)
I carry this pain deep with in, With venomous words it revolves. I seek all these pitiful days Of solemn pure joy and remorse. For us there's no place in this world, But blatantly you are exposed To my definitions of soul, So rainy, and rhythmic, and close. My nights are exotic, azure And lonely. A song of routine With slowly and deeply aluure Your knightly and vigorous sins. * Thank you so much for your asethetically impeccable view of European aesthetics! I wish you the bets of happiness and inspiration! Марина Чиянова 30.04.2022 11:35 • Заявить о нарушении
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