tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2984806401118681918.post2881323856928952811..comments2024-02-20T06:21:03.607+02:00Comments on някъде над покривите на града: По навикРадосвета Аврамова (caribiana)http://www.blogger.com/profile/13165932150494540765noreply@blogger.comBlogger2125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2984806401118681918.post-28793710856582988922009-10-19T21:08:07.955+03:002009-10-19T21:08:07.955+03:00Мерси, Ян :)))Мерси, Ян :)))Радосвета Аврамова (caribiana)https://www.blogger.com/profile/13165932150494540765noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2984806401118681918.post-37288353632724195962009-10-18T20:03:51.181+03:002009-10-18T20:03:51.181+03:00By sheer force of habit
This evening is crying an...By sheer force of habit<br /><br />This evening is crying and it's hiding its stars<br />and my sky is empty in dusk and indigo<br />The wind hold a handful of raindrops afar<br />branches are trembling - wet and yellow leaves fearful<br /><br />But it's so very boring in this room without You<br />that I just feel like breaking this world blue and dark<br />and from all little peaces I will assemble - brand new <br />world where hopefully there will be Pure Love<br /><br />He will also exist - with warm hands and soft eyes<br />my hands in his , silent ... He'll never go ...<br />but this evening is crying ,and the Moon also hides<br />why am I waiting ? Well, in fact, I don't know ...yanbibiyanhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/11981988288342513238noreply@blogger.com