The intricate pattern of the old maples.
Staring at the dark trunks.
Not too late for me to be in love,
Nurture fragile dreams?
Carries water palm leaves
Two clouds on the mirror of the river
Kiss in the heavenly heights,
The earthly partings contrary.
Standing in the silent speechless,
I'm afraid to break the silence
I in reality like in the dream. . .
Happiness or trouble?
Arseniy Sparrows.
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