Has someone devoted his poems to you,
At night or at daytime, so many or few?
My poems like butterflies tried to escape
The nets and the hands which were eager to rape.
My poems light-heartedly flying about
Made friends with burdock just without any doubt.
And now they’ve calmed down, they are dutiful, shy,
Devoted to you, why, God gracious, oh, why?
Has someone devoted his poems to you...
© Copyright: Валерия Суворова, 2009
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