In fatality of the blossom

                http://www.stihi.ru/2009/09/19/5048


                / To Mrs Eilsa Fraser-Linell /    

               

         
The image of an autumnal is almost insignificant in blossoming flowers…
They fascinate our dreams, and the memories of grey days is left pass in their natural growth;
The life of their souls is a modest tremble of silence, as a rapture of clearest instants;
Their inocentnesses, impartial to any of taste, do tempt us, - In the secret of doubts, -
                To some deliberate jester…
   …And so, meak, they are doomed to perish for that illusion can have price itself –
                Emotion in transient.
They (are) never prone to forgive, just because they had never known the grievance;
And still they selflessly keep, to the end, gentle meaning for not to remember that
                Final and first of themselves,
                That fortuitous..,
                (An) inexpressible in a mystery of their blossom.
The image of fatal is almost insignificant in the blossoming flowers…               
               
                /spring 2002 – London, Bromley North /