Paul Verlaine. (№ 129883)
The long sobs
violins
autumn
wound my heart
sad
monotony.
All compressed
and pale, when
punches his time
I remember
the old days
and crying.
And I'm leaving
with the autumn wind,
I
is here and there,
like
a dead leaf.
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№ 129883 Added
MegaMozg 08-01-2017 / 20:40
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