Читать книгу Unfinished Portrait - Агата Кристи, Agatha Christie, Detection Club The - Страница 6

There is a lonely isle

Set apart

In the midst of the sea

Where the birds rest awhile

On their long flight

To the South

They rest a night

Then take wing and depart

To the Southern seas …

I am an island set apart

In the midst of the sea

And a bird from the mainland

Rested on me …