Bell of a Leaving Summer
In silence of the middle of August
The bell rings plaintively.
It cries about a dream not seen.
But the red, setting sun has poured bright light around,
and birds sing joyfully about love, about spring.
Grasses dance to the kisses of a breeze,
And flowers smile.
Only the sad, gentle music is audible-
The bell cries plaintively
about dreams that did not come.
Copyright © Dina Televitskaya | Year Posted 2007
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