The wind
Is driving flocks of leaves across the sky,
And naked branches are raised
Just like your arms.
So clear
A golden leaf is lying at your feet,
But then the grass is rough.
You're giving me
A bunch of dandelions
And saying: "Keep it safe!
Or I will die".
How can I carry
Your dear present to my place
In such a wind?
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(23 March 2015, Ukhta)
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
You're giving me A bunch of dandelions And saying: " Keep it safe! Or I will die" . How can I carry Your dear present to my place In such a wind? This is such a sad sad exchange between two friends..... but the poem is beautiful.