The glacial floret on the windowpane,
You'll near a hand grow into a rain.
As melting at thaw of winterly frosts
My sorrow soon will melt at warmth.
And I will be standing above the sea
In cotton dress, and I will see:
Strong wind is blowing,
And the sun is rising,
Passing through me its shine.
The icy floret, at this blink
You'll many times flash in night ink
Like silver star behind windowpane,
Like jewel, like tear,
Like drop of the rain...
The glacial floret on the windowpane
© Copyright: Митара Каттарис, 2010
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