He went to the sky. He simple was the first.
He wanted to return back home someday.
That moment was his life, that he had lost.
He loved her eyes, but he picked out the way.
She will expect forever, every night.
She will remember, but it is the end.
There are so black the days, that were so white.
He is not here - at new much better land.
And every year snow begin to fall,
And every morning water kicks the stone.
And every day she wants to make the call.
And every night she goes to bed alone.
адреса: https://www.poetryclub.com.ua/getpoem.php?id=245642
Рубрика: Стихи, которые не вошли в рубрику
дата надходження 08.03.2011
автор: Аарон Краст