I asked an old grandmother a question :
"Tell me, Grandma
About your first
true love."
My grandmother smiled,
looked up at the sky,
and said that his eyes
they looked like blue,
blue skies, blue lakes,
and his white fluffy hair
they were like soft clouds.
The eyes see
only good things,
and even
the gray rain
and gloomy weather
do not prevent
you from walking
down the street
with your loved one.
I saw my
grandmother smile,
remembering her
first true love.
Perhaps it is
a miracle,
our tender memories
hidden in the depths
of our hearts and souls.
Maybe it's a miracle,
it's a gift from God,
it's magic,
A real Tender Love.
Maybe it s a miracle
© Copyright: Екатерина Баринская, 2021
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