June 5th, 2007


(no subject)

Почему-то этот стишок не хотел быть по-русски..
не судите строго..
Буду признательна, если укажете ошибки, English я ощущаю плохо.

Her ship has left
sweet springtime station
and floats upset
in deep sea of frustration.
It is easier to build
some protected space
to create a strong shield
from the sky to the base.
She has only hope
a prince of fairytale
will come and stop
her soundless wail.
She needs something hard
phallus or work
and life as a guard
to instruct her to cork.