| Захарова | Дата: Среда, 02.10.2019, 11:51 | Сообщение # 1 |
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| Whom do you love?
To whom you’d smile
On the scaffold,
Which built for you today?..
Raw sky
Already flushed
Above the square,
Where will be spilled your blood.
Look at the stones –
The centuries have passed on them,
But firmament is thine
You will not fall below...
Over the city
Night birds turn,
Their yells twist
Ropes from guts.
In torches’ light
Strangers’ faces shimmer
In their blind eyes
The flame of passion burns...
Whom do you love?
To whom you’ll leave this world?
You are eternal wanderer,
They are your slayers.
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