Violinist
Again the mists covered the native land,
And covered with leaves.
The Creator himself plays the autumn violin,
And my soul sings to him.
Do not be sad, dear, it will be summer
You will still bloom in the field like a hollyflower
The sun rises, shines brightly,
Makes my heart happy.
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It's morning, I don't want to sleep
In order not to oversleep anything in life.
I will rise with the morning dawn,
I will learn to shine from her.
And all around there is a smell of hope,
For spring, luckily, for love.
Your smile makes me happy
No other confession is needed.
(V. Davydyva 15.10.2020)
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