To the queen

What to me to write, the Queen?
And about what, in general to them write?
Health can about weather, or?
Or about the new let out book?

I will write to it about its smile,
Gentle, so attracting,
It is more, anything to it to speak I will not begin,
Too much, will be, too superfluous.

The rest will finish imagination.
Everything, that I wished to tell,
Has told, in two lines.
Summer, youth, branch of a lilac,
And still, that to yourself you will want.


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