Monday, July 23, 2012

Sleep


He was standing there, eyes filled with love.
She was sleeping.
He put a warm blanket on her - so that she doesn't get a cold.
She was sleeping.
He was standing there next to her.
She was sleeping.
He washed out his tears and left.
Her dreams were by sadness consumed.
He died in battle with words: "Forgive me".

She was alone in the room.
He was sleeping.

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Той отиде до нея и я погледна с любов.
Тя спеше.
Той протегна ръце и я зави нежно - да не настине.
Тя спеше.
Той изправен до нея стоеше.
Тя спеше.
Той сълзите избърса в ръкава и с мъка замина.
Тя в кошмари тъжеше.
Той на фронта загина с думи: "Прости ми".

Тя сама в стаята стоеше.
Той спеше.

ЖВ

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