Like a dream I see a meadow
As if in a dream I see a meadow, the smell of mown grass,
The scent of a fading scattering of strawberries.
Maybe that's why I'm tired of life,
More often I see birch edge and ruby strawberries.
There the chamomile heat is full of whiteness.
Fascinated by its eternal novelty.
What could be more wonderful than a natural Paradise?
01.06.2010
Like a dream I see a meadow
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