Poetic Strokes For Portraying A Spring Poem by Anna Polibina-Polansky

I do not alter partners, mates, halves. They ought to be jealous of among one another. They are tight links, long ties, lingering linkage. I do not rewed my soul, I remain the same, of the same liasons as long before. I am mature, I rippen with former destinies over the arrogant earth. I do not mean to stay of youth, I get elder with chirruping branches and jingling trunks. Convalescence from wintry weeks takes unrepeating, adroit songs. It takes us deathes, to know that all is over. The perishing universe more severly submits the negated Creator. Each new spring season brings about new lovers that surpass very few of their prior rivals. Angels tolerate no rivalry as they are wholesome, belonging to the same strife. We are more condemned to choices, options, altering cards. When you know you mean to commit no more choice, you are rippened and so, envied. I cannot do without making a new choice when it comes to the wings of a spring. Though I badly miss the yesteday scope of whatever not. The summery sensation brings about new irresistabilities, a fresh syntax of choices... By Anna Polibina-Polansky.