Flowers are poor
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The miserable little flowers of Northern spring,
You smell the meekness of peaceful silence.
Lily of the valley tends pearls large white tears,
Blue bell sleeps in the shade of birches,
White violet stands tall, slender,
White Daisy in the green visible,
Here Ivan-da-Marya, dandelion there,
Yellow stars all over the meadows,
Between scarlet rarely leaves a hint,
Like moss, immortal immortelle-flower, —
White, yellow, blue-in green fields,
Modest Corolla sky deprived countries
June 4, 1912
Singed
