SPRING MORNING...

Already the sun rose over the forest
Fun and smiles from heaven.
From-under snowdrifts, - rays, for hair
Blade of grass pulling in the sky blue.
And they still want at least a minute
Soak up in the winter crib.
And the irrepressible sun calls grass
Decorate with spring carpets.
This March came in our fate:
Spring Is Here! Time for hope.
Let forever go moments of pain
Who suffered in a plexus of events.
The day will come to meet you,
Your entire figure look one
I will enter into the middle of my earthly nature,
To live it-an angel of the earth.
You're not. You forever with me
Was akin all the heart. I know:
Though not my wife are you,
And was it because in the soul - mine!
I'll take your warm, tender hand.
To the lips of his pious Pritula,
And once again, after breakage of separation,
I confess that I love!