The spell of spring
The luxury of colour blinds the eyes.
It’s a holiday of the sky!
The enchantment of green makes you wise,
You hope you`ll never suffer and cry.
It cannot deceive, it`s all that is true.
A kind of wonder among the slush!
The purity of the air lazily grew.
Doubts and bitterness are allowed to crush.
The sounds are like from a fairy-tale.
You can`t believe it all with you.
There won`t be hypocrisy or betrayel,
Only a sense of constant free blue.
The inspiration of beauty flows through trees.
A winous feeling delves into heads.
Somewhere far are efforts and freeze…
Now a new life merrily treads.
The secret of nature turns out a clue,
That opens all doors without a rush…
No, it cannot deceive, it`s all that is true.
A kind of wonder among the slush!
April 2007
© Copyright: Марина Папкина, 2007
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