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Я был одинок,
Я был словно ветер.
Как горный поток -
Прекрасен и светел...
Мне пели зарницы,
Плясали созвездья...
И не было птицы
На свете чудесней...
Я смерти крылатой
Вовек не боялся,
Но стала мне адом
Любовная пляска...
И в клетке сердечной
Обидою полон...
Мечтает о вечном
Седой черный ворон...
Я был словно ветер.
Как горный поток -
Прекрасен и светел...
Мне пели зарницы,
Плясали созвездья...
И не было птицы
На свете чудесней...
Я смерти крылатой
Вовек не боялся,
Но стала мне адом
Любовная пляска...
И в клетке сердечной
Обидою полон...
Мечтает о вечном
Седой черный ворон...
Literature
WINTER OF DISCONTENT
WINTER OF DISCONTENT
In this dark season of winter,
life had completely lost reason for me,
For which or against to decide.do I live
or do I die
I am lost in a savage and endless,
rolling bleak tide
In my sadness and within my kindness
my light was switched off and in darkness.
I was left to mourn, with no thought of hope
In a winding hurricane, I was left with lies
Made of treachery and sorrow.
There was a pain in my heart, and an endless,
and colossal spear,
Piercing, slashing through my head.
Starting somewhere in heaven,
Ending somewhere in hell.
Fighting, burning, crying, crashing.
were the feelings pouring from me
In m
Literature
Winter And Spring
It is taking over
I can't breath as
The frost is
Taking,controlling my mind
It's growing in me
Not letting me live
And i feel like I'm not here
Would anyone care
Would anyone mind
If i wouldn't be here
Then it stopped
It melted away from my heart
I felt as a snow storm
But u came like spring
And I woke up from the dream
My heart was frozen as ice
Then you came and melted it away
and l could finally live !
Literature
Winter Queen (prompt)
Grey eyes stare blankly into the white. They are softened, filled with pain. The winter queen grasps the flute in her hands, tightly. Paint chips gather under her fingernails and dot her silk dress with red. Her expression is cold and hard, like the ice beneath her feet. It stings her toes as she anxiously draws figure-eights in the snow. She closes her eyes and sucks in cold air. It burns her lungs and pricks at her nostrils. She stands, allowing herself time to steady her aching body, and calls out to the women of the forest. Nothing happens. Nobody comes. Once again she calls and there is no answer. She receives only silence in ret
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Хах) когда читал - думал: "не плохо ложатся на музыку!" Так сразу, с импровизированным ритмом и читал