Rays of light in the green water,
the gray back of the treetop.
Here, the palms of the forest spirits
willow branches bend towards the water.
A crossing. A fallen willow trunk.
Fallen – and still alive.
The will to live?...
They widened the road. Trees
were uprooted
and laid along the sides,
like the corpses of fallen soldiers.
The leaves turn brown,
like dried blood.
Dead branches-hands
reach for the sky...
A soul?...
Let's say goodbye.
Let's mourn.
Жаль, не лебедь я...
Сандро (не)жив! :D :D :D
Влюбившийся дурак на глупости горазд (с)
В сказке грусти синей я один, как бог... (с)