Thunderstorms
My mind has thunderstorms,
That brood for heavy hours:
Until they rain me words;
My thoughts are drooping flowers
And sulking, silent birds.
Yet come, dark thunderstorms,
And brood your heavy hours;
For when you rain me words,
My thoughts are dancing flowers
And joyful singing birds.
My translation
Грози
Грози в душі висиджують
Зливи, як курченят,
Доки ті не випадуть
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Added by: MsByzova |
Date: 11.05.2010
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