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

Фотоиллюстрация

запись создана: 17.04.2010 в 11:56