To L.
The nightingale was cherrytreeing
The birdy path was so conceiving
But water had just one reflection
‘Cause you had got beloved infection -
“There is no friendship anymore”
But Bird was singing “See the shore?”
To L.’s birthday
It’s not a birthday
It’s not a day
It’s a pre-borning
Of Eos, I can say
And Lesia’s children round are
Believers-like in front of Goddess
To L
© Copyright: Игорь Кленовый, 2006
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