It was spring
On the blooming field,
And my wing
Like a golden cover
Spread along,
And a sparknilg wind
Sang your name,
Dear friend and brother...
Sky was high
And I could not breath,
But your smile
Brought me up, and cloud
Had your eyes
And it looked at me
As u did -
As tenderly loud...
(Сереге. Blue Sky!)
On the blooming field...
© Copyright: Дарья Кордалева, 2004
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