greencatina @ 2009-06-04T00: 17:00
There, on the shore,
Where the dawn mist rises, -
you see a pale shadow of her,
receding into the distance?
Do not walk behind her,
Even after not look for it,
After vain to escape Shadows
We were taught always ...
fragile shoulders,
body through flexible,
For radiant smile
not immediately uglyadet,
With her eyes
colors of gray, moss,
dies unthinkable
a human heart.
On the day of wintry
helping hand will give you,
smiles sympathetically -
Repel not take it!
fall to thinking,
inadvertently privyazheshsya,
And it will not appear
at the open door ...
Oh, her eyes
Colors quiet slough -
What thoughts are drowning there,
What's the distance they entail?
Carefree,
Neither child nor woman,
To whom you promised,
What others do not count? ..
blond curls
So magic and sparkle,
Only the wings are not angels
behind her!
Nezloblivaya ... And what
beautiful ...
not looking to overpower her,
It will carry off at the bottom!
the day
mirthless laugh, dispel the gloom -
Do not believe, then no one but the enemy,
not Celite, but the stink!
Fascinated,
not give her flowers, they
fade in her eyes
Colors summer thunderstorm ...
will be knocking on the door -
You try not to notice:
This evening nenastlivy
Requests to let the wind.
Do not keep it -
I still do not remain,
Only hand accident
burnt to the bone ...
There, on the shore,
Where the dawn mist rises, Who
unknown is waiting for her
have animal tracks? ..
not look after her,
Nothing in it is no such,
And in memory of her only snow,
whether Stardust ...
* In my opinion such Auntie must somehow be called, but the head does not suit
It seems to me, such a woman must have a name. I wonder, which one
Es scheint mir, so eine Frau muss einen Namen haben. Ich weiss ihn doch nicht *
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