Who switch off spring?
And why I cried in day this?
Read oldest Maeterlinck
And whisper ‘sun, come back please'
I smoke this loser snow
All right, let winter smile
When start this faking show
I felt like camomile
My little mind was buried
In dark, expensive hotel
‘cause this day was so tired
And flu laid on the myself notes
адреса: https://www.poetryclub.com.ua/getpoem.php?id=175176
Рубрика: Вірші, що не увійшли до рубрики
дата надходження 03.03.2010
автор: Наталка Тактреба