Lavender (W. M Shabrov) Poem by Yuri Starostin

Everything happens in our life
And the ice does not melt under the sun,
And the winter meets by the warm:
The rain falling in the December.
You love or do not -I don't know
Sometimes we play to love,
And if we lose the love:
It is not a fate! - to talk.

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The lavender, the lavender is the mountain flowers...
The blue flowers are of our meetings with you.
The lavender, the lavender is the mountain flowers...
How many years have passed,
But to remember I do and you do.

The summer gift us the warmth,
The gull soar over the wave,
Only to us the moon shine,
To us for two ones on the world.
But where all this gone,
There was no an answer.
And now, as the two planets,
We with you are apart.

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