Dandelion
I'm your favorite boy I look at you. You are a light dandelion I give you love. It blows a gentle breeze Covered your head Almost saying fly Closing your eyes. Was a yellow flower Closed and simple Opened my mask Plated with gold. The flower has become white A fragile moth. became very bright i have nothing to do with. But now I'm afraid of loss It’s sad to think that one impulse, Will carry the fragile head burden And souls will experience a terrible explosion! I'm your boy guard I look at you, You are a light dandelion I give you love! --------------------------- the poem is dedicated to my secret love. I hope the quarantine ends and I confess my feelings. I went to learn to kiss on tomatoes)))))))
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p໐liຖค
@Томас Глинвайн а сам переводил или переводчик?
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2020-06-28 20:32:50
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Томас Глинвайн
@p໐liຖค Быстро и удобно переводчиком. Сам я только тексты и истинно английские стихи пишу. А русские так перевожу.
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2020-06-28 20:34:25
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p໐liຖค
@Томас Глинвайн понятненько:)
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2020-06-28 20:34:51
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Question 1?/Вопрос 1?
The girl that questions everything,is a girl that needs many answers.She wanders the earth trying to find the person that can answer her many queries.Everthing she writes has a hidden question that makes her heart ache and her head hurt.She spends days writing sad story's that she forgets her sad life.Shes in a painful story that never ends,she's in a story that writes itself.The pages in the book were filled ever so easy,because her heart wrote it for her.She spent her life being afraid,that's what made it so boring.Finding her passion was easy,but fulfilling it was the hardest part of all.Her writing may be boring and sad,but it's what keeps her sane. "She had all the questions in the word,and he had all the answers." Lillian xx
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Не скажу "люблю"
Знаєш, складно Тебе любити й не сказати. Тебе кохати і збрехати, Що зовсім іншого люблю, І що до тебе не прийду. Знаєш, той "інший" мене теплом своїм зігріє. Зачарує і поцілує, А ти сиди там далі сам, І йди назустріч виючим вітрам. Тобі вже більше не скажу своє я болісне "люблю"... А просто відпущу і почуття у собі похороню.
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