Your peonies - their colour is pure.
I’m so glad, good friend of mine.
Their perfect buds are like your
Friendship, devoted and fine.
They blossom, yet are ready to die,
And they die soon after their full bloom
I gather the petals as they softly fly,
Like my youth that fled too soon.
You remember the days and the years,
Our first meeting and so much more:
The rare bookstore, the famous poems,
That Akhmatova volume - you still recall.
You have saved me so many times
From dull days and from gloomy being.
You’ve sent me flowers – a joy for my eyes.
My friend, you are so kind and dear.
They are like you, my precious:
As fresh, as tender, and as calm.
The tilt of their heads is ever gracious,
And you’re within the reach of my arm.
November 2025
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Оригинал: Наталья Грэйс, "Пионы", 2022
Your peonies
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