Moth flew
Through the merciless summer rain.
Gushing drops droplet
Her sprawled body
And it hurt - so what?
She wanted it,
Here you can not fool, do not lie.
Like these evil flashes of lightning.
Tormenting weak flesh,
Heaving pleasures waves!
You are beautiful - and so guilty
What did the Lord give you:
Ability to serve meekly
And allow yourself to smack.
Sinful, cursed, depraved -
Maid-Yin Lord "Yang" ...
And let her die permanently,
But every swing back and forth
She was tormented and pried:
Whip, rain, a thousand times
His divine rubbish.
Love, take off - and I can fall
Before those who crumple my wings,
Resigningly giving way to pain?
Forgive, Master, death fool,
What could not burn to the ground ...
«And he, the rebel, is looking for storms«?
She searched - and found.
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+9 from me!
And the comments flew in PM.
What else will flash on ST?
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Thank you, Eugene! Jenny and I will be glad to exhibit something else very soon. You poems ("Walpurgis orgy") or prose?
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Yes, I read the Walpurgis orgy.
Now, regarding my comments on the last stanza. Your explanations are understandable, but they did not convince me.
And Lermontovsky Sail - one of my favorites, I sang it in the school choir, and Borodino sang.
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