In flowers smells be shrouded in,
We looked into the distance slowly.
We dipped in our secret dreams,
Deciding what the Soul wanted.
And Soul asked about pleasure,
Take wing like beauty butterfly,
And fly away without deploration
From all affairs that we want deny.
The Soul wanted to be weightless
And melt in floral deeply mist
Anxiety about home and parents,
Warm up the bright sun and the heat.
How little freedom lives in our souls
So rarely we look around us
And listen silent, tranquil voices
That give us nature’s beauty grant.
Inspired by Keukenhof
© Copyright: Екатерина Филипповская, 2019
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