It is as tender as the spring,
While stream still whisper,
It will ring
And dance towards a lonely sky,
And follow routes, lost and denied.
These flowers share their shining look,
They are mysterious like books.
Chestnut blossom
© Copyright: Марина Чиянова, 2023
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