Varvara Jdanova
Puppet talk (poem)
Puppet talk (poem)
Puppet talk
Rhymes will sit down
And will maintain
Their puppet conversations.
I wear a scarf and gloves
And look in the face of the Golden autumn.
Rain
Shall follow me everywhere.
Closed all the books.
All the doors.
And my soul.
No flowers in the meadows.
Memories of the spring flowers.
Варвара Жданова
10 лет назад
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