Window pane
The sound roams in ear:
– “Get ready, starter…”
I walk to window pane
-look through the frame
-see the roofs, branches
-as brides; white dress.
Thin, pure, cotton-like
-as if silk, (Parnian)
-whiter than Silver-Sun.
In the air and sky
-flakes dance
-they dance waltz
-in secret Hermitage.
Wish I could find right words
Wish I could find right words
Wish I could find right words
Wish the eyes could converse
-with the hand holding pen!
But cannot
No, cannot
Wish I was a painter
-with right paints and canvas
Wish I was…
Wish I was…
Wonder what…
Wonder what…
Wonder what…
“So, keep calm and shut up, “
“So, stand silent, watch, “
“So, do not lose the time, “
“So, absorb, take inside, “
‘So, inhale all the sights, ”
I tell me with joy, sigh!
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