500 Poems Poem by Liza Sud
500 Poems
I wanted to be a poet,
and I saw in a dream:
a book of red color
with golden letters on it.
Two languages - like brothers.
five hundred - thousand.
so much I was writing,
they were dictated by God.
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Я мечтала побыть поэтом,
и увидела я во сне:
книгу красного цвета,
золотые буквы на ней.
два языка - как братья.
тысяча - по пятьсот.
столько я написала,
и диктовал Бог.
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4/25/2024 2:21:16 AM # 1.0.0.1119
A beautifully crafted inspirational poem. Thanks for sharing.