A bare little field is waiting to night me

Yosef Latman

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A BARE  LITTLE FIELD IS WAITING TO NIGHT  ME
      (Philosophically sentimental?)         
(Free translation  from Russian by the author  Yosef Latman)



                "The camomiles are  hidden themselves ,
                The buttercups drooped..."
                Ig. Shaferan, Ev. Ptichkin, O. Voronets


Snowflakes are falling down
From  sky without stars,
And quietly melting  they
On  redden face .

And from my screw up eyes.
Are rolling tears to  lips ...
As if them force  repent  -               
My heart strong taps.

Snowflakes, my darlings, cute, -
No secrets  are from you...
I see your fluffy suit,
as snow  first ...

Come,  cold ones, to us, -
A bare field little waits, -
All traces Autumn's slush,               

Please, made to hide.

You mustn't, my snowflakes,
All the time to repent,
Having hided  traces all               
Of autumn slush. 

Thank  you very much.   
                End...
02.08.2020г.