The Bird cherry
The bird cherry color Strews
There on a wide span.
As if on an easy trace
Divine the good fortune has come.
In a shroud white fragrant
I hear breath of spring.
During the first lives of page
We are accidentally enamoured.
To me in this time pure
Joyfully, it is free, светло.
In these покоях radiant
Tenderness has suddenly enticed.
In these соцветьях simple
Too alarms suffice:
Everyone will break cautiously
Again for favourite a flower.
The modest bride desired
In trembling of the white nights
May you are constant
Chilly cool.
A.Klimov
#The Bird cherry
