The fog. The night. The city.
All silent am I sitting.
Feel fitting and unfitting -
No one will ever know.
The fear’s wise and witty.
So we’ve arranged a meeting.
My heart is wildly beating.
No one will ever know.
‘’Let go your past and fear’’, -
You told me once, my dear.
You sounded clean and clear.
No one will ever know.
And now the end is near.
Towards the welkin’s tears
Steps some odd unbeliever
No one will ever know.
адреса: https://www.poetryclub.com.ua/getpoem.php?id=824975
Рубрика: Лирика любви
дата надходження 11.02.2019
автор: Ден Мун