Рецензия на «Falling star» (Шилова Мария Александровна)
The falling star… It dies alone, like me.
So fair, but noone seems to see
How cries its heart. My dear star,
Show me your pain, and what you are…
Through the darkness I will see your tears,
How can I help you share all your fears?
Now you can only fall, downward flying,
Let’s share the evening, us together crying.
So many years passed without us,
All dreams will not come true, alas…
Fire will die after the rain,
Nobody’s there to share our pain.
The falling star… It dies alone, like me…
In the open sky it feels so free!
Only the wind is kissing breaking heart,
But it can’t live. The life is very hard.
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This is my version of your poem. I have learned that it is very difficult to master a foreign language to the extent that every attempt at writing produces good poetry… I hope you succeed one day! Good luck!
С хр.л.и.ув.,
thebogdan