Rustle forest calling-in whispers,golden leaves and frosting,fallen from trees.
Can be heard echoing the grove in which increased as a hope hidden in the depths,bluebells,
like the rainbow stripes when come after the rain...
It is restful mornings
fleeting touched the wings of angels?
I lean my forehead at the tree roots...or thoughts
Into the night Desra tresses fallen like darkened veils over waters,a prayer...heart fire...
Can be heard quietly flowing stream,
the rustle of fallen leaves on wet moss at the tree roots.
Like a cherub...joined himself to my heart,...like a cherub,
with his temple glued to my dream,...like a cherub,
looking for my words,beautiful elves hidden-in leaf,...like a cherub.
Dark saying-of love,forgotten,torn,fragrant..like tear my eyes as drops of morning dew.
Like a cherub wandered through thoughts,
he raised his beautiful wings coloring my sky,
putting near my forehead,the rainbow,...like a cherub.
Lost in thoughts,Desra blinked,scattering from a chalice,autumnal scent-of leaves,
remained fresh and the same as last winter.
