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maya-lednevsky
Saint Petersburg English is not my native language, it's just trying to tell about feeling that can't be expressed...
Don't be sorry about anything it can make you feel better. It's been said and he hands me a fire through the mist and the haze Someone comes to embrace you tonight doesn't write you a letter. May he always will be kind with you 'cause I'll never be there...
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Oct 15, 2018
Oct 15, 2018 at 7:30 AM UTC
Don't be sorry
It's petals flying by, not snow. I'll follow them to you, I know. A quiet voice I can't subdue Is begging me to look for you. Like snow, you were just a dream And you're not here - is what it means, But metronome beats in my chest - "Don't leave!", but you will never guess...
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Oct 14, 2018
Oct 14, 2018 at 11:41 AM UTC
Don't leave
If you're walking by, the world disappears around me, Your eyes are like an ocean, my spring of the special glee, So close and yet You're so unbelievable, dear, Like a bodhisattva's dreams under the evergreen tree. Somewhere a clean river calms fish with a careful hand, I helpless against what is coming It locked me away. I see you rejoice at the game only you comprehend, But no matter what, this love never will turn to despair. When I walk down the path past mysterious sea, I've never felt so abandoned among fragrant pines. That's simply because you only have never been herе. Why are you all I care about in my intricate life?..
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Oct 13, 2018
Oct 13, 2018 at 2:23 PM UTC
Special glee
Green light beam shines upon the web of streets, The messenger from strange and distant worlds. You're far away, for me it all repeats - My town is empty, shadows roam the walls. No Savior comes, I run into the void. And when the masts of pines come into view, I stop and fall on salty sand, destroyed. It does not matter if I cry for you - It's not the wind that rustles sleepy trees, It's not the chirps of sparrows or jays, It's Moira, saddened by the Fate she sees, Unknits the lace of my remaining days...
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Oct 13, 2018
Oct 13, 2018 at 1:33 PM UTC
Moira
My city goes silent, created from secret, It whispers sweet lies that you won't ever tell me In primary language that will not be sealed In words that we say but in sensual trembling. The street lights become the guards of existence, Caught fire on the border protecting the sleeping. I feel this unspoken connection between us My heart skips a beat every single time I see you. We will never meet but I just can't stop waiting Will you stay with me as unclear reflection? I'm watching the shadows of days dissipating, Like foam in the waves, so disastrous and tender...
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Oct 13, 2018
Oct 13, 2018 at 1:31 PM UTC
My city goes silent