A tranquil melancholy of a dandelion

Элен Блонд
The wormwood is suffocated in the dew
The sun is dipping in the sunset
The Indian summer appointed a secret rendezvous
With hidden thoughts
which I am trying to forget..

The old days warm the soul
The heaps of dreams fall into parts
The shadows of the spring are leaping uncontrolled
Touching the face
Like gentle blades of feather grass..

Closing your eyes with a feeling of bliss
You catch the pictures of the past
The tears have a shade of  amber mist
The eyes are dotted
With a dash of rust.

A vague footprint left on the grass ,
A tranquil melancholy of a dandelion
Remain a notch when the time has passed
Like poetry
Learned when you were a child ...

October, 14, 2020г.

Перевод стихов, автор А. Казачий. Ссылка на публикацию:
http://stihi.ru/2019/09/03/2341


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