My verse: August’s night
translation from Russian language
by Altynshash Begenova «My verses» 15 January 2014, 13:30
What smells August's night?
May be apple flavor?
May be apple flavor in wine Your whirling head?
May be it smells an Autumn's love...
Autumn's love with yellow leaf fall...
Yes, it smells an Autumn...
With warm breath is twining around You,
And of course You fall in love
Fall in love in a beauty of night, forgetting
That at home waiting...
Waiting for You a long time
and don't sleep,
The kettle is boiling at kitchen angrily,
Daisies don't want to smell,
And a soul opens to an anguish,
But You wish to going quickly rain...
A rain which violates the callousness...
May be an Autumn I'll find You
And
Dahlia only its lush color odorless standing in a wind,
His red box of chocolates -
- All these sink into Past..
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