are brushing against sleeping earth
a sea of grass surging in dreams of hoarfrost
weaving itself into the hymn of birches
which glow in auburn gold
as silent stronghold of sublime
deep reach the roots
of arctic roses into summer streams
where bluebells ring
over the valley's peaceful pastures
lighting a smile in elven heart
wistfully dancing over sea.
(for Yelena)
2 comments:
sorry i'm rather late here, dear Martin. speechless and all i can say for now is that i'll keep it in the depth of my heart. it awakens the dearest memories~~ so grateful to you.
I'm happy to know you and thankful for your inspiration. It was my greatest pleasure to write this : )
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