Original Russian text by Mikhal Sanych
Translated into English by Konstantin Chellini
Do you remember, lovely creature
In prehistoric forest, when
You hurried to meet me as feature,
With a green twig in nose then?
Together huddled when in fear,
We sat on maple branch the same.
I touched the fur on your waist near,
Schized out from green twig in vain.
You realized all zest as usual,
Without sounds, without words.
So, barefoot, with green twig fusion.
I met my love. No one was cross.
Millenia have passed since that time,
I am alive. Again in love
With one who came with twiggy bouquet,
To meet me under maple above.
A branch
© Copyright: Михал Саныч, 2025
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