The tiny wings of dragonfly
caress the flower's petal.
I hear the song of nightingale
with grasshopper's quiet crackle.
I’m breathing scent of pine trees,
lavender fragranced air,
forgotten tender memories
are hunting everywhere.
I can't pretend, I won't conceal
the beauty of this day.
I wish you know how I feel,
Let's fly with me away.
Lets fly away
© Copyright: Вероника Эпштейн, 2015
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