Yosef Latman
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CAN IT WAS HAPPEN SO?..
(Free translation by author Yosef Latman)
Can it was happen so, that thunderstorms laughed,
The grasses get little pink in the icy dew,
Running away from the garden, roses get blue
In a maiden's braid unraveled for night?
Does it really happen that gray hair,
Like the gold of autumn, ripe in January,
Or we, - holding their breath, are running sport cross-country -
On a path of black wet silver to past (in hope childhood retry?).
Fortunately, we don't know what can happens sometimes,
In summer or in winter, catching up with us…
Hidden thoughts' flocks are overcome us, -
Like I seem to see dreams, without closing my eyes.
March 2021