Gazebo

The violin plays in silence.
Everything froze around.
The moon shone like a dream,
You will suddenly remember happiness.
Gazebo, rustle, old garden
And gentle hands are warm,
And roses are a heady scent.
Everything was and passed …

A magical music game,
Memories of sadness.
The voices of the universe are heard
I will not return.

I will not be back, everything is over.
Let the heart hurt, even!
The sound of a violin is heard ahead …
No, I will not turn back. November 9, 2017 at 08:00AM