A lark woke up the hoary mist.
Who saw the last to-morrow sleep;
Th’old mist reclined his cloudy cover
And turned it into fluffy sheep.
A new-born life this day has come
Appearing near dawn-green farm –
Renewal of the nature power,
Of Universal Nature Sum.
That was a little flower browse
Which aimed through earthen icy darkness
To the renascent morning sun,
Of th’Earth and Day immortal son,
The letter of the nature speech,
The symbol of the endless peace,
It rose a drop of dew from th’ground
Which’s blown by the morrow breeze.
And who can know, perhaps, it shall
Attain the song of nightingale.
26 мая 2009г.
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© Copyright: Мария Бортникова Миронова, 2017
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