The Madrigal, by Sunny Days Subscribe to rss feed for Sunny Days

My eyes are echoes of the summer nights
The nights in June are veils of airy blue
Where every heartbeat is unbearably tight
And every instant is about you.

(This is a translation of a poem "Madrigal" by K. Bolshakov)
Posted: 2009-08-22 22:49:21 UTC

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