Стихотворение опубликовано в III Харьковском литературном Альманахе ЛАВА в 2014 г.
Rays of love shine so freely in the sky.
So precious is young love,
So soaring and so na;ve it waves and glides.
My music and my words caress the hearts,
Confer the grace of heaven to the land,
Where mother’s arms rock cradle of her baby,
Like wind shakes mane of forests
And whispers tender songs of magic.
Our lives are boats that rush the violent river,
Our Father paints those fickle waves.
The flocks of birds cleave cloud racks:
The blue, the white, the black
Are colours of that picture strange.
Another vision evokes dreams and tunes,
Another melody is born within my heart,
And fingers move along the body of the magic flute.
My breath revives the lovely sounds,
My mind inhales thoughts of spring,
A song is born anew on planes of motherland.
Motherland
© Copyright: Дмитрий Жуков 6, 2014
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