Рецензия на «Муза вновь посетила...» (Георгиевна)

Muse again tipsy with love, again visited,
floorboard creaking, swept magical wave ...
She circled hugging... did you miss? well...
of course she asked.. how is beautiful...
that summer night, when you are mine...

And in empty head there's a lot of space,
which means it’s not crowded... for violent
fantasy, composed songs from the rhymes...
The theme of the blues is close, it shines...
forever so comfortably, illuminated with light
of feelings fluttering with the dreams flight...

Words crumbled... from thin beads of thoughts,
restlessness of bliss, enveloping in its veil ...
Unexplored feelings, collecting magical sparks,
letters lyes into lines, looking for peace on paper

Muse again tipsy with love, again visited,
floorboard creaking, swept magical wave ...
She circled hugging... did you miss? well...
of course she asked.. how is beautiful...
that summer night, when you are mine...

Бабка Ежка   16.05.2023 05:17   •   Заявить о нарушении