On a green meadow
Drowning in the clover sea
Full of bees' fairy tales
I felt how the North wind came
To discover my young heart
The wind called my heart
To make me fight with Heaven
To show me a road
A dark desolated road
Into a gloomy forest
The dark scarlet road
Leads me along the hillside
My poor heart goes forth...
The passionate bees and herbs
Sang this fairy tale to me.
Triple tanka to Alexander Blok
© Copyright: Ольга Базаркина, 2015
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