Рецензия на «Гортензии и грязь» (Миллена Роуз)

Just blink ago
I was among
Of nice hydrangeas. But fell ground.
Not was a woe,
And was bright sun…
And suddenly ... just mold’s around.
I wanna run,
But I, I can’t –
As if on me are the shit tons.
My soul decline,
And will it all worm of the life
Sans the true dreams,
Sans their hazy sounds.

I fell in grime.
But was nice flight,
Was hops of
Floral combinations…
But feels my mind –
They keep him tight
This vise of everyday processions.
In cleft of endless days I fell.
Sans doors and windows awful cell.
And tough life strain –
I’d kill this pain.
These will be wings in sky –
It would great celebration!

There’s death and life.
And are between
Them like joy and sadness –
Just one inhale,
And just one blink,
And just one click –
Click of the slide, yes...
That’s all! And lead of cruel words
Will kill love, hope in whole world.
And he can put (he will not hide)
Under the gun this secret dream
That was born from songs of earthly nations.

I fell in grime
By same way,
Just blink ago
I was among,
Just blink ago
I was among hydrangeas.
But I’ll get up, I’ll get the force,
I will not lose,
I’ll not get harm
In fire of the grey depression;
I’m gonna get back on the horse.
And I will ride,
And I will take
With me bouquet hydrangeas.

Кирилл Ивницкий   02.11.2018 21:25   •   Заявить о нарушении