Olga Zarya
poetry
Autumn day has arrived - a new song ringing - leaves a quivering ball invites me ...
Quietly I enter the fall, and fate does not swear, I notice an interval between the one that beckons me.
I’m still at least somewhere - there is gunpowder for fire, a wider circle, gentlemen, let me in ...
I’ll spin the carousel, ride my horse, it’s - the eternal April - warms me.
The heart asks away from the native wattle, let my piano in the bushes inspire
me…
I see the rainbow bridge, the colors of the new day, let it slide like wax yesterday
from me ...
Let the hustle and bustle step back, let your tender eyes warm
me.