Birch and Wind Part 2
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Liked her her, in the spring, he remarked,
One, only one among all who knew, loved.
And dreamed, when he arrived from a distance at dawn
And dreamed, when he leaves playing around, joking.
Winter has arrived, so the cold didn't tear her heart,
Tried to hug him and to warm at least a little bit,
Probably he opened his soul to her door,
In that soul that he could never look.
Birch trees only increasingly he heard sobs:
"Here I am young... but you've grown older...
And wild, you will always be wild...
Maybe its you love too long you looked."
And the wind was darkened, a storm sometimes turning,
Sweeping away with the way everything where you went,
But it is still a breeze coming back...
I haven't noticed yet... again so entwined with ivy...
"Yes, ivy became friends yesterday at dawn,
When you flew away to dust to subdue.
Because I never loved you, nice wind,
Thanks for everything, but I can with ivy and I to live.
Because we are far and couple with you at all -
Beautiful, slim, you're ancient and gloomy man.
And the songs... ivy will sing them with me at dawn,
Winter warm... or one will live."
In spring the beautiful birch wore earrings,
Standing majestically, beautiful, young, slender,
And the wind... a little more grayer it...
Here summer is gone, the old woman came winter...
And the ivy frost the snezhochek a little powdered...
Poor guy couldn't her from danger to save it...
Foliage, and the foliage spread....
Froze the poor... and to survive are unable to spring...
And the wind buzzing... he's walking over the open plain...
Shooting the dust and the snow, where birch was...
Favorite... would be with you forever...
Why are you ivy for himself elected...
11.02.14 AKC
© Copyright: Konstantin Achapowski, 2014
The certificate of publication No. 114021101669
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