На поэтическом семинаре было задание сложить стихотворение по имеющимся рифмам известных авторов. Я выбрала произведение Э.А.По "Сон во сне", и вот что из этого получилось...
Having scar upon your brow
You are not so fearless now
And past all years you can avow
That all the childhood thoughts we deem
Are just a dream, a naive dream.
With innocence fading away
You’re getting sadder day by day.
In a busy day or in none
Your childish heedlessness is gone.
Those days important things as seem
Were just a dream, a naive dream.
We dream of the city which name is the roar*
And its breathtaking picturesque shore.
To walk along with hand in hand
And build a castle from golden sand –
Grains are so easily to creep
But can’t keep hands away the deep
We only hear their breezy weep.
We want to grasp,
We want to clasp,
We try to save
Them from the wave.
But all that endless game as seem
Is just a dream, a naive dream…
*Singapore, which name could be translated as “a city of lions”