Часть 1
8 ноября 2025 г., 13:56
Narv gently took wet napkins
And covered Nona’s eyes.
Not many seconds passes –
– Red inkly spreads in whites.
Velvet touches crispy two,
Was it sign of the goodbye.
If she could, she’d envy hers’ to
His softest lips with kind sigh.
Nona’s shroud blue dress – too short:
It was ripped, unluck, so now
Her legs uncovered laying cold,
And still there’s shamed dark hair in host.
In dark a thirdman stares it all,
And only ultra marine light on his eyes.
Unveiler’s color describes his tries:
“Burn her, burn her! Burn your girl!..”
The light if gem cave bis plays a role:
Narv’s tears like lazulí.
“Her beauty deserves eternity,– Narv says, –
– …I can’t burn my dear…”
