I don't ask flowers to say fortunes,
The secret has been said not by them;
I finger the pearls of my love
Again and again.
There are no passionate declarations here,
The sheets of destiny have not been touched,
But I remember every smile,
"Thou" said by change
And an involuntary glance:
The silent blame of jealousy;
I value more a hidden blaze
Than a talkative brook.
Maybe somebody doesn't think so,
But there are no richer people than me.
I don t ask flowers to say fortunes
© Copyright: Валерия Ливина, 2016
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