In me all the kinds of mysteries
And millions of stars that flow by
And thousands of wailful histories
Of oceans and seas, deep and wild
As seed grows the beautiful tree
And planets are roaming through space
The love now will blossom in me
It left in your soul its warm trace
Poem: Alina Lesovaya
Translation: Gennadiy Yeremaev
2014
Свидетельство о публикации №120052507912