Soon there will be the rustling of dry leaves,
the last flight of the bumblebee,
the tickling march of the ladybird
from the elbow to the bundle of the little finger,
cozy evening,
campfire on the shore of the night,
stopping the time when you look at the flame.
You see living and dead water
and you comprehend the mystery of nature,
but you can't express it,
and you don't need any theories, any explanations.
It'll continue even when nothing happens,
but before that you would live long life.
You learn that from fortune telling on coffee,
on the insides of pumpkins,
on beans.
You sit in the lotus position under the figs
and know that all will be well,
because there is a puzzle fixed
and the cards in solitaire are placed neatly
you just have to be patient for a moment.
Don't look back.
Do not waste power.
11.47 11.06. 2021
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© Copyright: Valentin Luchenko, 2021
The Last Flight of the Bumblebee
© Copyright: Валео Лученко, 2021
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