The snowdrop

I am alive, but I am shy,
The spirit and the thing;
I am the pupil of my eye,
My eyelid is my wing;
I know, above the snow the sky,
Who tries for me to sing;
The silent flower cannot fly,
But it can see the spring.


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Thank you. A very spring and touching poem. I suppose, correlated with personal tunes...

Николай Старорусский   18.06.2013 10:10     Заявить о нарушении
This snowdrop is always in me.

Владимир Микушевич   18.06.2013 22:17   Заявить о нарушении