Вирішила написати вірш англійською. Не як в Шекспіра вийшло, та, здається, для початку непогано...
Who draws the crimson sign of love
On grey wall of my poor soul?
Who brings me peace like tender dove?
Who creates me like a Master?
Who kills me like death sin?
Who is my heaven and disaster?
Who is my second wing?
Who brought me hope and pure trust?
Who gains my memory and thoughts?
Who changed my scares into dust?
Who takes nothing but gives lots?
Who makes me go just straight?
Who reads my soul like a book?
Who waits for me and makes me wait?
Who gives me sympathetic look?
Who tries to tell me only truth?
Who is my Bible and my Law?
Who always plays but never loses?
Who gave me love, or even more?
Who hates the dirty nasty false?
Who is in any case the HUMAN?
Who loves the lakes and waterfalls?
Who is creator and consumer?
Who lives the life he really wants?
Who smiles when he wants to die?
Who is the same in pros and cons?
Who greatly changed the life of mine?
Who can’t bring pain and sleeps with doubt?
Who is the best I’ve ever knew?
Who is my brother and beloved?
The answer is the simplest…
YOU
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