There is something of the tender sadness of the little river
There is something of the tender sadness of the little river,
Transparent, clean, charm pleases the eye,
And in the backwater quiet sad reed candles,
And the willows spread out their silvery garments.
There the air explodes with scales of feathered songs,
And a wedding groan frogs chorus of voices –
Beckoning echoes in the heart, and in the rhythm of Staccatto,
It opens its arms like an eternity's call.
01.06.2010