You are all shaking and your yellow foliage
Inspires poor poets for their words.
But you are Mine and nobody knows: .
That thousands of times again
I'm ready now to go to the Cross.
Much better - much - than any lover
I'll know you.
Oh Come to Me. Cause I'm in need of you.
I am your Lord. And only I'm - your goal.
And fibrils, nerves and every leaf of yours,
And all that it has once experienced,
Your breath of life, your heating juice, -
All this is I who put in you like reasons.
Among the sisters in a beautiful grove
I know every one of you, I must.
Of anyone I hear the lonely cry.
Oh Russian Birch - the nun of Christ !
Birch
© Copyright: Елизавета Судьина, 2014
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