So beautiful eyes
Alike forget-me-not’s skies
In Alpine’s mountains…
Deep in thought…
Was the child
Of wishes?
That look in the face
As if it was a soul
Embraced with a hope…
And my life coming back
To the stage
Which I nearly lost
Seems being
“Grand-dad The Frost”
Spilled in ages of icicles’ snow
And get melted by soft
Tender touch of the blossoms
Was it sin?
Either awesome?
Not a little but much…
Lovely sight
Just was heating the skin
Of my cheek trembled by
Itching fever of feelings
Caught my breath with
A flavor of Goddess
Would again
And again
I remember
The favor
Of forgot-me-not glance?
Oh, I’d guess, do forever
As advance of fortune…
After Magdalena
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