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Буду понемножку продолжать вывешивать стихи. Вот это - одно из немногих английских.
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His name is a flexible
thorny branch
around me
Among many other different
circles that surround me.
I live inside it without
touching
But once there comes
a moment
to strive out,
In an attempt to
tear the circles,
The thorns of the branch
Shall hurt me at once
And blood will spring around.
***
His name is a flexible
thorny branch
around me
Among many other different
circles that surround me.
I live inside it without
touching
But once there comes
a moment
to strive out,
In an attempt to
tear the circles,
The thorns of the branch
Shall hurt me at once
And blood will spring around.