Middle Summer
Day was long,
Night's black fiddle
Sings its song.
Stars are looking through the hole
In the old grandmother's shawl.
Girls are sleeping.
Boys are quiet,
Please, stop weeping,
Mum is tired.
Close your eyes
And wait for dream
Tale so nice
There will be seen.
You will ride
So far from here,
Golden tide
Will rock you, dear.
Lullaby
© Copyright: Елена Малиевская Обухова, 2006
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What a beautiful lullaby. The only line that threw me somewhat was the very first line. I kept thinking "Summer Middle" hummm and finally I thought, Oh she means "Middle Summer".....You create a very warm image and it is very catchy. It was a pleasure to read........Sue
Мэтти Дубоис 23.07.2006 03:27 • Заявить о нарушении
Мэтти Дубоис 23.07.2006 03:27 • Заявить о нарушении
Sue, it's so kind of you to write such comments about my very simple verses. I am fond of your enchanting poetry. Come again.
You are always welcome!
Елена Малиевская Обухова 23.07.2006 22:23 Заявить о нарушении
You are always welcome!
Елена Малиевская Обухова 23.07.2006 22:23 Заявить о нарушении
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