I'm looking at sky and thinking my thought
"Why can't I be hawk and flying cannot?
Why haven't you, God, given me two strong wings?
I would reach the sky and break all earth strings".
Far after the clouds, farther from the world
Searching for my fate, for grief a nice word
I'll ask. And from stars, a weasel from sun
In their great light all sadness will drown.
адреса: https://www.poetryclub.com.ua/getpoem.php?id=864494
Рубрика: Поэтические переводы
дата надходження 11.02.2020
автор: Маргаритка моя квітка