Your hair is loose.
Throwing back your head,
You are looking at me like goddess,
Run in the room for one minute.
Who are you? Where are you from?
You are so flighty.
Like an orchid,
Appeared among chamomiles.
Have I caught you?
A butterfly in a wind.
Who taught you to dance fascinatingly
Mornings like this?
You are doing your hair.
How can you do it?
A mirror’s calm. Always.
But my heart’s burning up.
Oh, burn up my life, darling.
A wind is right.
You are laughing goddess,
Spreading wings of the dress on the bed.
We go out in the street.
Who are we to each other?
We are the wind and the leaves
And our roles often change.
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© Copyright: Гемусов Дмитрий, 2019
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