Миша выложил слишком темный снимок, поэтому я не поленилась набрать это стихотворение вручную
Из сборника Pearl, вып. 41
June second
This morning we walked outside,
And the street was covered in freshly fallen jacaranda petals,
A blanket of floppy purple snow.
I complained.
"We wait all year for these flowers
and they're gone in a week."
"Hmm", she said
crushing wilted purple blossoms with her shoes.
"Hmm what?"
"I haven't been waiting for anything."
But she has.
I know it.
А он романтик, наш Властитель
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