Yekaterina Bezpalaya Poems
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The Hidden Secret
The tree stands still.
It moves its hands in a strange greeting,
as the sunrays warmly kiss both my cheeks.
All spirits of Mother Earth are listening for my depart.
For then, they come alive again.
The little crow,
unwavering in curiosity,
meanders for a morsel of food.
Frightened, he ducks behind the grass.
an old friend,
approaches me joyfully,
as it caresses my hair.
A sweet aroma permeates the air;
Brother Winter prepares for Sister Spring.
Each flower bud opens,
peekng at the sun,
and yawning when darkness ...
eating ripe apples,
and laughing away.
Crystal clear clouds,
in some of the very beautiful ways.
but in short,
these are some of spring's last days.