The fog lay along the river, All around was asleep, and Nature, Lied in bliss... The roosters, Already awake, the bad weather, Long gone beyond the distant reach, And we wander, searching for a ford... And the dog barks endlessly, A bee flies in search of honey. The sun is already rising, its ray, Walking, playing with the clouds, And the reflection, a part of everything, Lies beneath our feet...
Dear Leonid Sergeyevich, I'm touched! How wonderfully you do it! I suspect your long absence was due to the preparation of your poetry collection? If so, please give me a copy!
All around was asleep, and Nature,
Lied in bliss... The roosters,
Already awake, the bad weather,
Long gone beyond the distant reach,
And we wander, searching for a ford...
And the dog barks endlessly,
A bee flies in search of honey.
The sun is already rising, its ray,
Walking, playing with the clouds,
And the reflection, a part of everything,
Lies beneath our feet...
How wonderfully you do it! I suspect your long absence was due to the preparation of your poetry collection? If so, please give me a copy!