...Woke The Sleeping Waves...

Rosa Robins

It was only the last weekend... The beach was silent... The waves were sleeping... I was cuddled in your arms , as the slow wind passed by... There was nothing else to watch , rather than the red and golden sky... I still here your voice , the way you told me forever... It still seems sweet , even though I know it's gone till never... You left like there was nothing to stay for... I say nothing , but just for once more... Think of what you said that day... Cause your words woke the sleeping waves... And now I'm here... Shattered on the empty floor... I now think of the meaning of your words... What did you mean by that FOREVER...?

2018-07-01 14:59:34

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Черничные пироги, молоко с мёдом. Приходи. Почитаю тебе стихи и раны замажу йодом. Буду исцелять поэтапно все твои трещинки и порезы, даже в твоё заледеневшее сердце, поверь мне, — смело полезу. Повір! Залізу без страху. Без жалю, не боячись. Бо наше розпалене вогнище змушує бути хоч чимось. І тільки не хвилюйся — ми не розчинимось. Ні одне у одному, ні у часі. Мы снова столкнёмся, неспособные противостоять этой связи. Истощенные, но в друг друге, нашедшие дом. Якщо не перше життя, то і не перший том. Не перший різновид мов у моїх віршах. Не найдёшь меня в жизни? Отыщешь во снах. За той дверью, где я нам в пирог добавляю чернику. Приходи. Мне одной без тебя здесь ужасно дико.

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