Рецензия на «Покрыла позолота тротуары...» (Георгиевна)

Autumn... again ruling the ball dancing ...
cheating happiness.. again curtaining.
Yellow leaf flies... it won't ask for anything...
only it'll throw off the veil... of golden foliage...

Onto the ground.. gilded the sidewalks...
it's covering carved pattern... streets, roads...
There's a bare birch... at your treshold...
in dreams carries away.. autumn... sadness...

Let the Indian summer fly by... got wet by rain...
for long time... my feet froze .. and the sun...
rarely comes to visit us ... giving warmth ...
The expanse is illuminated ... carried away...
into space ... everything is frozen ...

I won't disturb you with lies.. with my hand...
I won't touch your hand.. just with a glance...
Running... instantly bewitched... from dreams...
a magical tear... as secret of tender words...

The truth flew... like gentle snowflake ...
touched carefully ... your hair ... sadly ...
We didn’t meet... what will happen next ...
god knows ... love onto the chopping block ...
I didn't send... loved... I was looking for you...

Autumn... lace discarded... leaving a shadow...
of mysterious eyelashes... horses' galloping...
harnessed to a chariot ... outside the outskirts ...
At the kingdom of sadness ... gray faces ...
cheered ... with a smile of the sun ...

Бабка Ежка   05.05.2023 10:57   •   Заявить о нарушении