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Елены Небо
Моя лирика Проза о жизни Мои мысли


Joyful

A man is never eternal,
He’s sure to die one day.
He may be adult or vernal,
Not ready to pay today.

We’ve all come here by nature
To play our definite roles
And it’s her habitual gesture
To separate bodies and souls.

But now endowed with senses
Let’s value the beauty of streams,
The widest expanses of valleys,
Flowers, sunshine and trees.
26 сентября 2007 г.
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