·
1 min read
Слушать

Ostara

The spring comes

Like a flow of water,

Like a row of trees

With green buds,

Like a ray of sunshine

That wanders

All over the sky,

Like birds

That cross the air,

Like an old French song

In a quiet cafe.

0
0
Give Award

Марина

My poetry doesn't reflect my feelings. It mostly stems from observation and communication with the others and sometimes from long days of readin…

Other author posts

Comments
You need to be signed in to write comments

Reading today

Мольба моя к тебе
Ryfma
Ryfma is a social app for writers and readers. Publish books, stories, fanfics, poems and get paid for your work. The friendly and free way for fans to support your work for the price of a coffee
© 2024 Ryfma. All rights reserved 12+