Валиахметовой А.
15 декабря 2023 г., 16:25
Queen descends to the poor one
Rusting in grief
With stars in Her hair,
And shimmers of dreams.
Still, Her mercy was nothing
But building castles in air,
Infelicitous heartbeat
Has led her to the grave.
But She will never be dead,
Will never lie still
As there are stars in Her hair,
And shimmers of dreams.
Примечания:
14/02/23
