As the Wachau valley in the springtime,
The youth attracts with freshness and fragrance;
Then life descends towards the senseless winter,
When all desires are frozen and denounced.
Yet, in a while appears a face of matter,
Maturing steady-slow, youthful late;
With time, it only gets far better,
Behind the looks is what through years met.
The face of virtues of the god-like measures
Reflects the soul that is strong and bright;
The soul like this is pure human treasure,
Just to observe it is a sheer delight.
The face that has the soul in its core,
That face one can do nothing but adore.
17.04.2016
As the Wachau valley in the springtime
© Copyright: Валерия Ливина, 2016
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