Белоснежный нарцисс. стихи

Оксана Самыгина

Книга о любви, первых «всегда» и «никогда», о расставаниях и счастливых встречах и, конечно, о надеждах, которыми полна пронзительная ранняя весна человеческой жизни.

It isn t

We have broken

Our love.

And so what?

I remember

It was five, p.n.

But if you ask

Why does

My face

In tears,

I will answer

Without shade

Of doubt:

It is not

Because of you.

It isn’t!

I know,

It must be

Another reason.

I know

I’ve already glad

And strong.

And I have

To sing

Another song.

It is not

Because of you.

It isn’t!

There are

So many many

Boys near me.

And I cry

Because of

Someone else.

Don’t take care

Of me

And make it end.

16.08.2012