A Delightful Garden of Friendship
Modest Russian flowers
Are blossoming on my balcony
In the summer:
Geraniums, camomiles, small roses,
Carnations, nasturtiums and a decorative string bean.
It is my tiny garden
Under the roof of the twelfth floor of the house.
But the sun
Every morning welcomes us,
And the charming fluffy bumblebees visit each flower.
We have no summer residence
Or our own garden on the earth.
Therefore a balcony
Is our favourite place.
Somewhere far away,
on the other side of this planet
my friends live in their countries.
I never met them in person,
But I see their faces and characters,
I hear their thoughts and fine poetry,
I feel joy and pain of their souls.
I love my familiar unfamiliar friends
And I miss them.
But soon they will send me
Seeds of their own gardens
and of their own home flowers.
How wonderful it will be –
to have boxes or pots with flowers
from each of them!
I shall look at their flowers,
To think about my far friends
and to pray this summer
on the twelfth floor, on my balcony
In a delightful Garden of Friendship.
Copyright © Dina Televitskaya | Year Posted 2007
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