Наталья Власова - Смелая 2016
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Подарок судьбы... Дар...
"Каждый ДАР и каждый дарящий есть ЛЮБОВЬ... "
Он и Она...
Двое на склоне лет...на закате... встретились случайно.
Случайно?..
Они убеждены,что нет...они абсолютно уверены в этом,
Они уверены...это подарок судьбы...Дар свыше.
Предназначенный им двоим...
Поздняя Любовь...очень поздняя,
С сединой на висках...с морщинками у глаз,
С букетом проблем и комплексов.
Но все как у "взрослых":
Нежность зашкаливает...ссоры факелом...можно сгореть,
Расставания и встречи...смех и слезы...горе и радость,
И цветы ...и колечки...и стихи,
Все,как у "взрослых"...
И еще страх...и сомнения...на ошибку уже нет времени.
Гремучая смесь неразумной юности...и опыт долгой жизни,
Поздняя Любовь...
Когда каждое слово,как песня,каждая обида,как смерть.
Когда за спиной пропасть...и двое ходят по краю,
По краю жизни...
Вдвоем не страшно,
Обидно,
Поздняя любовь...очень поздняя!
Она его так и зовет...Дар,
Дар Ветер...человек подарок.
Кто и как пишет наши судьбы,
Но странны пути Господни...
A gift of fate ... a gift ...
"Every gift and every giving one is love ..."
He and she...
Two in the declining years ... at sunset ... met by accident.
Accidentally?..
They are convinced that no ... They are absolutely sure of this,
They are sure ... this is a gift of fate ... a gift from above.
Intended for him by two ...
Late love ... very late,
With gray hair on the temples ... with wrinkles at the eyes,
With a bouquet of problems and complexes.
But everything is like "adults":
Tenderness goes off scale ... quarrels with a torch ... you can burn,
Parting and meeting ... laughter and tears ... Woe and joy,
And flowers ... and rings ... and poems,
Everything is like "adults" ...
And fear ... and doubts ... There is no time for a mistake.
Explosive mixture of unreasonable youth ... and the experience of a long life,
Late love...
When every word, like a song, every resentment, like death.
When the abyss is behind ... and two walk along the edge,
On the edge of life ...
Together is not scary
It's a shame,
Late love ... very late!
She calls him ... Gift,
Dar the wind ... a man is a gift.
Who and how writes our destinies,
But the ways of the Lord are strange ...
"Every gift and every giving one is love ..."
He and she...
Two in the declining years ... at sunset ... met by accident.
Accidentally?..
They are convinced that no ... They are absolutely sure of this,
They are sure ... this is a gift of fate ... a gift from above.
Intended for him by two ...
Late love ... very late,
With gray hair on the temples ... with wrinkles at the eyes,
With a bouquet of problems and complexes.
But everything is like "adults":
Tenderness goes off scale ... quarrels with a torch ... you can burn,
Parting and meeting ... laughter and tears ... Woe and joy,
And flowers ... and rings ... and poems,
Everything is like "adults" ...
And fear ... and doubts ... There is no time for a mistake.
Explosive mixture of unreasonable youth ... and the experience of a long life,
Late love...
When every word, like a song, every resentment, like death.
When the abyss is behind ... and two walk along the edge,
On the edge of life ...
Together is not scary
It's a shame,
Late love ... very late!
She calls him ... Gift,
Dar the wind ... a man is a gift.
Who and how writes our destinies,
But the ways of the Lord are strange ...
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