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For me… you’re still just a riddle
Guess couldn’t get you twice…
One stealthy look in the middle
And  sliding down your lashes
Deeper into your blue eyes
Facing there huge universes –
Brushes  of heavy  corn,
Rushing wild mares and horses,
Highlands, shielded   by snow
Meadows, covered with sunlight,
Runaway  frosty winds,
Deepest   rivers and lakesides,
Sheltering water-nymphs   
Volcano cinder  flashing,
Savagely screaming hawks,
Sunlight, burning and patching
Wild beasts by  coolest ponds
That can’t get enough  of drinking,
Elephant calf got   slumbered
Standing straight on its feet,
Dreaming of tender mother ….
I see a tight   green ash-tree
Rustling and ringing leaves,
Oh, how splendid   this world is!
And  - there’s no place for me…