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  1. Мне кажется, это хорошо написано. 131

    Еще стихи от Татьяны (Бруклин, США). Она сама не считает это поэзией, просто написала, как чувствовала.

    Why did you make my heart this way
    Was it your wisdom or was it a game?

    Blood runs through my veins from fields of deadliest of battles,
    Gut churning dread inside of me makes delicate chinaware rattle.
    I know the madness of a rider soaring off the edge,
    I felt the soldiers’ courage in their final “hedge.”
    I’m like a loyal horse who’s running to her death,
    Rebellious slave who’s punished for his wrath,
    A gladiator fighting to postpone his fate,
    And desperation stricken, cornered bait.

    For all my pain, please tell me if I went too far astray.
    Is it your wisdom or is it a game.

    Обновлено 03.06.2019 в 09:10 Svetlyachok

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  2. Хочу поделиться стихами. 136

    Тема об изучении иностранных языков навеяла мысль. Моя знакомая из Бруклина пишет стихи и посылает мне на почитать.
    Публиковать стесняется. Пишет на английском. Мне нравится. Делюсь. Зацените.


    The Diva sang last night.
    The sun went down and the moon came up.
    The audience clapped
    Seasons went by…

    The voice sneaked up from far away.
    It came gently out of nowhere -
    Carrying within the sharpest blade,
    Ready to cut through stale air…

    Inside such depths the song was born,
    As unimaginable as the vastness of the ocean.
    It grew strong from the sound of a distant storm.
    It knew no fear, it knew no caution.

    Despair and hope charged the poignant frain.
    As hot as the first love’s tears,
    And as abundant as the summer rain,
    Crescendo lit every crystal on a chandelier.

    The voice kept ricocheting, trapped somewhere within ...

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