Something in this so calling,
Quiet-quiet, and wondrous,
Something from Dostoevsky -
Netochka behind curtains.
Snow, like in a green pool,
White-green colors are merged,
Covered with fur with care
So that not to get cold.
In this movement of white-green,
Accents are tender, bright,
Glance turned in swirl of rhyming,
Birth of my verse to light.
Obvious light-dictation,
Hearing vibrates with tints,
Warm as you touch with feeling
Spirit's embracing gifts.
Оригинал на русском http://stihi.ru/2024/03/13/5427
About La Capeline Rouge of Monet
© Copyright: Елизавета Судьина, 2024
Свидетельство о публикации №124111207977
Свидетельство о публикации №124111207977
Рецензии