Was morning sour, the day was solemn,
And softly rustled sodden grass…
The Sun himself from skies was stolen,
Unnoticed, gloomy evening passed.
But when that rainy day was over,
And darkness closely came to stay,
Among the sparkling spray of shower
Was breaking forth - another day.
So sweet and tender was its tune,
So calm and so refined…
Of all the creatures, born in June,
This one was most divine.
For the newborn
© Copyright: Резникова Оксана, 2004
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