Мoth

Sit here, my butterfly,
I'll tell mistirious secret:
Beautiful, trustful, unusuall,
Flowe to you a radiant rainbow
With springer sun,
When rain so sad,
A golden juice from slender birches.

Here, a new day and only life.
Sun rises under sky.
Spread bravely wings over hights,
Bring eyebrow fire,
Kindle the entire sky with brush!

#andrey_of_rus

Original text on Russian:
http://www.stihi.ru/2012/01/26/1068

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