The snowdrop
Владимир Микушевич
I am alive, but I am shy,
The spirit and the thing;
I am the pupil of my eye,
My eyelid is my wing;
I know, above the snow the sky,
Who tries for me to sing;
The silent flower cannot fly,
But it can see the spring.
© Copyright:
Владимир Микушевич
, 2013
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