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Philosophy of Love
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To myself lured branches, braids,
Curly curls leaf.
Quietly Ray, mischievous boy,
Sneaked up to Rosa and lit the dew.
On the neck of thin beads flashed,
Sorceress, giving beauty.
And before me arose from Rosa Fairy,
In her grandeur of pure beauty!
The smile of the flower, alley,
So smiled rose, like you.
Dawn in the forest
Morning fog lay down
In the lowlands and meadows.
Cool nights he kept
In fragrant sleeps stacks.
The forest over the river in silence froze,
Peaks of breathing.
And dusk through the woods wandered,
And the mystery was near.
Dawn in the forest caught me.
In the glow of gold,
Sunrise fire was already burning.
With the beam “spoke” then.
Here the beam touched the blue
And flooded the sky with light.
And the forest, waking from silence,
Suddenly, by singing birds he answered.
And finally, at his feet, he fell.
Trembling on the green grass.
The mist from the lowlands gray drove
And turned around in the afternoon fun.
Rain
Noisy Rain sings to me outside the window,
Lulling middle of the day, out of place:
– You forget the sweet dream…
And wets the leaves.
– Thou don’t flatter the to me rain,
Thou of fields of flowers and gardens,
To make them better bloom,
And in the gardens stood shoots.
But rain stubborn noisy pours
And the song is brought to the end.
What does he sing his song about?
Let everyone find the answer himself.
Butterfly
Butterfly flew into the window.
And beating in it, knocking on the glass.
Why rush her, because it is durable
And a century to him from the wings does not open.
Why strive for space,
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