milky mist.
And the sky is pure turquoise,
Tightened white shroud.
Nature sleeps, drowned in the mist,
And the grove slumbers young.
And birds are a funny clan,
Sits on branches with feathers cocked.
In the spring of winter, the last breath
What a strange gray hair
Spring of Winter last breath.
On grassed green grass
Lay down white moss.
Snowflakes fall thick
Whirl in the morning dew.
Days, remembering gold,
Frosty blizzards in all its glory.
O, how beautiful the world is in love
O! How beautiful is the height of the earth?
With fields, rivers, and forest.
And then the blue seas,
Above the blue expanse of reach.
O! How beautiful the world is in love?
He looks different colors.
On the wings He soars Spring,
He sees with your eyes!
So much so that you suddenly forget everything.
Space, time, everything is alive.
And just beside You, my friend!
And I, filled with you…
You could argue with a myth
Pain, remember, that gray morning,
Drizzled gray rain.
Kissing cool, though
Wet trace remained in it.
I waited for you, arguing with the weather,
Warming under the canopy of birch trees.
But, the weather is not expected by the sea,
You have not warmed the hearts of dreams.
And stayed in me not come true.
In thoughts next to life gone.
And though the wound is covered with dust,
You could heal her.
You could argue with a myth.
And reality come into life,
But that morning, rainy drizzle,
Became a fortress on the way…
Nature’s lush beauty
Green forest, a huge house,
The trees live here, bushes.
And the sun light walks in it,
As a guest, who came from a height.
Dressed in gold rays,
He wanders, hides in the sheets
Plays, gallops between the branches,
Fluttering yellow Ptah.
In the clear air nectar
The trees spilled slender arch.
And the bird can be heard here bazaar,
And with a streamlet, a ringing chorus.
Nature’s lush beauty
Decorated this house.
Lures his purity
Forest plunge into it.
Transparent blue away
Transparent blue away.
And the day is lightening morning.
Redder than the Morning Dawn
Fire fever as if.
Filled the sky with fire.
The sun rose on the sky cool.
And having painted the clouds with amber,
Swept the brush like as if.
Painted a summer day,
Lake, swimming in a circle.
And the air was too lazy to paint
Add Summer to a blue friend.
Thoughts soar in the clouds
Thoughts soar in the clouds,
Cannot collect them either as?
Draft walks through the brain,
And the body is here, and the heart is there…
Three herringbones
Three herringbones stood under the window.
With green needles.
Grown on grass, green carpet.
Herringbones were friends with the wind and with us.
He hid in the prickles of the crown,
Attract to himself us branching struggle.
We often listened to moans the winds,
And often were running around herringbones.
I love you!
