Nov 18, 2008 23:11
Evening falls with drops of water,
The sky is crying sad and grey,
Darkness creeps up from a corner
Smoothes the hustle of the day.
Have a drink my loyal comrade!
It's an eve of quiet thought.
Let the sadness fill the goblet,
Let your fears carry your boat.
You are such a strange persona -
Building dreams to live among.
If you'd stop for just one moment
You would see that you are wrong!
My dear comrade in the mirror,
Pour yourself another drink.
Raise our glasses filled with liqor
To the girl of whom we dream!
Мой Тёмный Ангел,
poetry