We’re simply drops in ageless bowls of the unfading all-year blooms
(K. Balmont)
How stealthily, athrob and tender
The lips the petals touched by then,
What as unshunnable we render,
Repeats itself time and again.
Oh, this mellifluous affection,
Of our confessions, wanted words,
As if you fall at run’s deflection,
Into the pool of cloudy birds.
With your heart’s silk I stitching fiddled,
The quiet sound of your footsteps,
And with my fragrancy I riddled,
The crimson petals’ quiver reps.
Rose soul
© Copyright: Александр Нагний, 2025
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