Aprilness («êâ³òó÷÷å», ³òàë.)


Oh, warm at last,
My sadness's gone away,
And I become myself so fast
In shiny spring long-waited day.
If I could bolt from everywhere,
Can I elope everything?
Many dolorous people're there,
They lost in winter their wings,
Forgot in memory a lot of 
Glorious and important things:

How to sing songs
In gladness waiting
They've left behind, 
So far behind
The joy of verses on the planet
And splendid skill of being kind.

All seasons are so good and nice,
But spring is out of a price.
Who's born sometime in sparkling April
Has no any human vice.

10:10 -11:50		31.10.24