Red berries of viburnum
рot bunches of rowan berries
fresh chrysanthemums
like hotcakes love poems
mystifying rose
you like poetry and I like prose
the rose like the sun I'll pluck for you
you say it's a flower I know
you don't know but I'll name it
forgive or don't forsake
I'll give you a red rose
I'll bring you a white rose
a little rose that hasn't bloomed
the thorn will prick you in the eternal plot.
and sing that you don't like music
and the muse doesn't love me
at the end of a programme day
it's not a dream, it's waking up
if you don't believe it, don't read it
put your likes in the basket in advance
let's fly to a botanical paradise.
15.12.2024
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