There should be no fear of widow tears
You did not feel any love for no one else but him
But if a fearsome doom would take you away
The entire world would wear a blanket over their heads,

Inside your child hides a woeful widow
Loving lineament’s reflection
But you don’t leave any existence,
In which the light could find consolation.

Wealth which spender spends
Changing place stays in the worlds
And beauty without a trace slips by
And youth, defunct will not return.

Who gives and wishes all those things similar
Does not love anybody in this world!

Как вам моя поэмка?Ничего?Вы все поняли в ней или 50/50?
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