Love

Written by: Aleh Barysau

The Sun is flickered by the 
flights,
the day is coloured by the 
wings.
In our palms – like 
butterflies –
lines cover our fates it 
seems.

The mystery’s waving in 
the sky,
the air is full of scent of 
myrrh.
An hour-glass is playing 
light.
A play-boy clings to 
sapphire.

Our feelings moved by 
nectars,
the flower world is fully 
scattered,
to eternity a gift has 
access –
by the kiss you are all 
captured.