I still recall the walk we took.
The sky was shining with due color gray
And slightly blue like steel sometimes looks.
The clouds blur the high sun tiny rays.
The rainy drops like smallest tears landed
On us. Their glass beads everywhere fell
And pearly necklace formed on spiders tent.
We were wet, but we felt very well.
The wind blew butterflies of leaves
And decorated grass with weird ornament.
I hide my eyes under the felt hat brims,
And my smile only you could find.
Today the weather simply awful feels...
A wet wind, miserable skies.
When i'm not with you every season still
Is boring like long winter nights.
(перевод стихотворения "Унылая-унылая пора"
http://www.stihi.ru/2011/10/06/4064 )
An Awful Weather
© Copyright: Марина Труфанова, 2011
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