Poezie
Love
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The waiting
Life, it is lost for me
The suffering is mine
For I will never see
My King, my loving bride.
From our great love
A star has born
The brightest from the sky,
But now, in pain I\'m all alone
And our star shall die.
Slowly, my body I lay down
Upon the mountains high.
For one last time him grace divine
To me appears and shines,
As crimson tears fall from my eyes
For love I wait to die.
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- Autor
- Dana Surubariu
- Tip
- Poezie
- Cuvinte
- 82
- Citire
- 1 min
- Versuri
- 16
- Actualizat
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Dana Surubariu. “Love.” Atelier, Poezie.ro, https://poezie.ro/atelier/dana-surubariu/poezie/25693/loveComentarii (1)
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Vezi ca ai o gresala in strofa a doua versul doi( has=was).