My dove, fly to my Dear
By routes I have forgot.
But all my life is drear,
She’s a forget-me-not.
Steal one soft skyey petal,
Steal one by one – them all.
Be stubborn, be on mettle,
Throw all 'f them, like a ball.
Awake, my dove, help me,
Fly fast again for hours,
And in Her garden you'll see
A lot of Her blue flowers.
Forget-me-not
© Copyright: Анна Коваленко Анциферова, 2010
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