Cool morning gently falls between
The old tree branches splashed in green.
Night drowsy flowers slightly sway,
Its petals kissed by wind to play.
A shabby bench takes longing sign,
And drawling clouds form a line.
The drops of dew has touched my feet,
An early quiet comes complete.
I catch a breath of warm and sun;
Just lurking birds along my run.
Through bed of rosebay, clover glades
Thick forest circled all with shades.
And simple joy of where I’ve been
Takes me away with world’s new spin.
I’m full of light; hair smells of sun;
And melt with summer’s flow as one.
In years my soul has stayed this place
So many things won’t be erased
I close my eyes and through the space
Time brings me back those summer days.
Past of my youth, I’m wise instead.
But passing years are deep regret.
That perfect life that once I had
Was made of milk and gingerbread.
15.08.2017
Anika Mikkonen
P.S. Это стихотворение - посвящение близким друзьям моего детства.
Лето, дача, 77 км. - навсегда в моей душе. Люблю вас.