Рецензия на «Недолюбовь» (Olen)

At edge of the Sky...

The air - is hot and dense...
but, we're again in dance...
Sun of another lines...
flashed at my back... behind...
So rebellious senses..
one breath - as if half of sky ...
with cloud fresh.. with crackle...
God has breakfast in time...

All is such paradoxical...
as if a current in brain...
here is brutal, all is gentle..
spunky - from petal's rains..
But, we've got used this trice...
is broken from faithful times...
here's the pure deals...
from lots of bits peals...

Appeal to happiness in here...
it itches my back and breast..
Angelic battles is near...
but for me... it can't bring the rest
As if flights into sky..
can't force the way - to be right...
We've known nothing of lie... but,
we climb to heavens in height...

All puzzles have not coincide..
the reason, I haven't got sight..
I was such pleased - if in flight...
I'd fell... if I wasn't in time...
At edge of heavens - let out ...
the turquoise is such bright...
here's Earth...it's round...
I'd like to look in your eyes...

I'd like to flash in your soul...
like a spark.. in a sole trice...
of broken wings - the shadows.. but,
it couldn't back the time...
Silently facts have thawed ...
their sense has hidden in life ...
tomorrow you'll ask me - but,
how?.. forget me, if love was die.

Without stratifications...
we'll got bright and pure trace...
it will disappeared shadows...
it will be bright light in Space...
Well, it happens, life is empty...
summary: it's not up to love....
but, with the same sad feeling...
God has his supper... above...

Бабка Ежка   14.03.2024 00:53   •   Заявить о нарушении