| Захарова | Дата: Четверг, 21.12.2017, 11:54 | Сообщение # 1 |
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| Black world is over,
fertile mud underfoot disappeared -
stones, coins, flowers, ants ...
everything’s gone,
everything was covered with a white shroud.
Winter
is very similar to death.
It only seems,
that death comes in black,
but in fact
it is white,
white, like a bride.
It only seems,
that snowflakes fall from the sky,
but in fact they are
Angels of God, who descend into the abyss,
where live miserable mortals.
"Does John Smith, Esq., live here? -
Angels ask rare passers-by, -
the term of Treaty for his lifetime soon coming to an end.
We want to notify him of this. "
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