One day a magic evening in the fit of tenderness
Enveloped me with emerald warm shawl, on which
It wove an ornament of captivating wondrous peace,
Forgetting to entwine the figures of a subtle speech.
And, for the sake of soul's ephemeral delightful bliss,
I wait for evening daily in the company of beech,
Light candles with the sparks of an illusive happiness
Under arches of a dream, framed by dew's a crystal fringe...
Note: the tree - "beech" in Russian is pronounced as "bouk", that is consonant with the English word "book".
Evening
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