About love of a nothern girl, just about a feeling.
The love of Scythian, Cold, North,
So in the holding arms of calm
Not to relive the day was lost.
Without feeling callousness
The gust of wind so I could stand
Not to remember nights were cursed,
My arm the Moon not to embrace.
The steppes without drying sigh,
The river meeting me without a breath.
Not to remember love denial,
Its threads to the eternity will spread.
To meet your glance full of the universe,
Wet days with flowers adorned,
And fluffy, tender, white and neat
Minutes to flight your name repeating .
Poetry by Alla Antares
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Written on 2007-02-27 at 13:18
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For long I want to love
For long I want to love,The love of Scythian, Cold, North,
So in the holding arms of calm
Not to relive the day was lost.
Without feeling callousness
The gust of wind so I could stand
Not to remember nights were cursed,
My arm the Moon not to embrace.
The steppes without drying sigh,
The river meeting me without a breath.
Not to remember love denial,
Its threads to the eternity will spread.
To meet your glance full of the universe,
Wet days with flowers adorned,
And fluffy, tender, white and neat
Minutes to flight your name repeating .
Poetry by Alla Antares
Read 512 times
Written on 2007-02-27 at 13:18
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