He seems to be just a regular guy
Only his eyes betray him.
I have from him in my veins sweet rough wine,
And even a poison, maybe.
I have from him such a heartbeat and
Such a beautiful spring in the soul
And some more: I'll have from him... a poem.
No, he yet doesn't know.
by Oksana Stomina
translated from russian
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.I would like to translate this poem