Just come & see my eyes,
Just touch my hand & my soul.
I’ll never stay alone,
Though autumn wind cries
Of youth & my best days,
When once we were together…
There’ll be no more plays
On stage in sunny weather.
There’ll be no more words,
There’ll be no more cruelty,
No tears, no hurting swords,
The only thing left is love poverty.
11.11.2010 00:50
адреса: https://www.poetryclub.com.ua/getpoem.php?id=221518
Рубрика: Лирика любви
дата надходження 11.11.2010
автор: Talia