А наша странная переписка имеет место быть дальше
читать
для незнающих - переведу
Док: spring is here and the flowers tell the tale
be well
Kotkashe whispers into you ears. you only must to hear her words)
Doc the sounds are loud
almost light a freight train on fire
barreling down. steaming along,
the words get hidden in the hum
of the tracks as they slide into view
the rest comes slow
as light burns over the hill
Kotall wakes up in spring,
stretches,
opens eyes and smile.
Docthe bad blood of the past
in cold serene loneliness,
all lost in that storm that came through,
the melt of the snow
and the birds that finally came back,
no one knew you were there but me,
in golden light
and burning lit shadow
you emerged
KotOnce, I open wide my hands, as wings.
I will fly away highly in sky on
meeting with spring.
You will not even remember the name of my.
Look of my
Voices
And only my picture will remind you -
I was.
я грешным делом перерыла инет думала песня аль какое-то произведение. неее.