The beauty faced in wind it’s death,
Like something good and fragile,
The trees in spring are badly wounded
Still grant us all with apple’s gentle bloom…
The time of thee is shorter than a blink,
As people wouldn’t notice
They wouldn’t even see the thing,
That youth's alike a solstice:
Once it will rise UP to the top,
Then it’ll crush until it reaches bottom,
Remember moments, brought you hope,
Then it will bring you endless blossom…
Blossom
© Copyright: Павел Просветов, 2012
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