Forget-me-not

                «Forget-me-not»
I woke up at the peep of dawn
and left my peaceful dwelling place
for strolling slowly all day long
In an oak grove. Pace by pace

I kept maneuvering like a shade
among tall branchy trees until
I reached a lovely sun-lit glade.
It looked spell-bound and wholly still.

I heaved a sigh, came to a halt
to feast my eye with the nice view.
And there like a thunderbolt
a tiny floret with a dew

caught me red-handed like a thief.
I slightly bent to see the one.
Its bud was blue, the small green leaf
was in the shape of our heart.

It gazed up at my happy glance
with its blue orb. Then I could spot
and guess I had a lucky chance
to meet a live forge-me-not.

Despite its miserable size
the flower growing near my feet
seemed to be delicate and nice.
It looked mysterious indeed.

The whole beauty of the world
reflected in that little plant
forced me to cry: “lo and behold!
This flower’s able to enchant

and cast its awesome magic spell
on everyone who has keen eyes
It’s not a flower but a belle –
a sylvan fay from paradise.
15/05/2021,              Zelenograd

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