A lump is trembling on a palm,
Is hanging every tender word.
His grateful gaze is like a balm
For him I’m living in this world.
He’s trembling on a planet’s hand
The snows of winter whirl around.
He’s trying to conceal his head
And hide from painful voices loud.
And I will take him to the spring
Will warm him in my fir-lined coat
And he will grateful feelings bring,
Will shine and blossom Rose of world.
Rose of world
© Copyright: Селиванова Татьяна, 2004
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