Poets

Сrystal drops of sacred tears Are scattered over blackened sky Sparkling dots in cold light years Forewarning greet you ere night ride

The mortal voice of nightly silence deafens me - So far away from you, so far and near my love, The fount of emotions deeply hidden inside Bursts up within bleeding with undying memories…

…and you're spellbound by May's charms Inhaling softness of the breeze A butterfly upon your arm Keeps the secret of the apple-trees.