The Dancing Poppies
How I love
All of you
The myriads of poppy flowers,
Such amazingly have flourished
For one or two day of May
on green and fresh hills of Birke.
How I want to say
I never forget all of them
And keep in my soul
Your astonishing dancing
On the mornings wind.
Don’t worry, dear beauties,
I diligently pick up and save
Every one of you
In my great artificially created Universe,
Called the Sphere of Shwartwalde of my memory
Where every one of them,
Innumerous girls emerging for instance
And recorded in my soul
From my early spring on Birke,s hill
Till the last…
Will find plenty pastures and places,
For eternal unfaded blossoming
And I will dancing with you
And invite my dear one for such
Unlimited and endless
Mega fest
Copyright © Zamir Osorov | Year Posted 2012
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