28/02/2022
Shining, the clouds clung
In the azure of a fiery day.
Two roses under the window opened -
Two bowls full of fire.
Out the window, into the cool dusk of the house,
Looked green sultry garden,
And hay stuffy languor
Struila sweet aroma.
Sometimes loud and heavy
Rumbled high in the sky
Thunderous rumble ... But the bees sang,
The flies were ringing - the day was shining.
Sometimes they ran noisily
Streams of showers of blue ...
But the sun and azure blinked
In their mirror-shaky brilliance -
And the day shone, and the roses flickered,
Heads are languid,
And smiled through tears
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