When I convene my feelings towards you
Both to the word and silence of my soul
I let my fishing-rod to get the golden hue
Instead of silver shine of fish from river's hollows.
Bright gem as eye of frog
In frame of golden ring -
As mood of green for grass,
In word for song to sing,
Warm island as a hand
That listens to the heart
When Past I'm looking for
Stands precious Future's part.
The Golden Frog
© Copyright: Юлия Пескова 26, 2023
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