The landscape in front
Is waiting for embrace,
Branches of the trees
Are whispering to the lake.
The sun is shining high
Just above your head,
Loving rays of light
Are falling on your face.
Immensely far around
Inspiration's felt,
Tender wind is blowing
Lightly touching air.
Bright sky is reflected
In the tiny waves,
Let it be saved changeless,
In heart's memory held.
The landscape in front
© Copyright: Юлия Суркина, 2013
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