Melodies
They are melodies of rains
dropping down from a roof;
They are melodies of storms
attacking gravely distant shores;
They are melodies of trees
talking to a chilly breeze;
They are melodies of trains
tapping over iron rails;
They are melodies of thrushes
building their nests in bushes;
They are melodies of busy
streets and boiling squares.
Though can they be compared
with the melody of frail
Mood of fiddle quivering strings
Drifting slowly in the air
By true smiles and sad tears?
Свидетельство о публикации №118031312404