«С ладоней Бога» (Татьяна Кисс)
Creator’s breath awoke spring from sleep…
She rose from winter slumber singing
With multitude of voices moving, deep
Of songbirds winds of comfort bringing…
On every hill and forest glade
‘Neath clouds upon the heavens flowing
Sprang flowers of every hue and shape
And grasses that in breeze are bowing…
Sweet fragrance of rebirth hath filled
My sprite with longing secret, blithe
As morning dews upon my face have spilled
As verses from forgotten myth…
Мге 12.06.2019 02:49
С ладоней Бога Татьяна Кисс
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