I would clothe my sorrow in the meadow (au revoir!)
Letting the spring in: blooming, soft, bizarre.
We could enter gardens like Eden’s, with glee,
Where amongst the roses – only you and me.
Sliding down the splashes of the ocean’s tears
Drowning in the power of those girlish dreams
I would run ashore (heaps of sand – in hands),
contemplate your features thoughTHe the starlight lens
doze off in the flowers, inhale their perfume…
open up with thoughts seeping through the plume,
finally awaken rays of deep-set hope,
Nurturing our love –gently - note by note!...;
(фото сделано мной)