My soul turned in the stone
After all, I am alone,
I can’t come into your life,
I’m not dead, I’m not alive.
I’m the sculpture on the street,
I can’t see you, I can’t meet,
The snow softly goes to bed,
You aren’t here and it is sad.
My soul turned in the stone,
However I am still alone,
It’s not so bad, it is my fate,
But, for this, I wasn’t made.
àäðåñà: https://www.poetryclub.com.ua/getpoem.php?id=49441
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äàòà íàäõîäæåííÿ 01.12.2007
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