In the Spring

Igor Marynowski

1 month ago by Igormarynowski

In the spring morning
I think about my beloved.

She is like renewal of nature
After frost and snow.

In the summer night

The song of nightingale

Brings melody of her sweet voice.

In the autumn time

Among thick clouds

I can see the glimpses of her face.

In the cold blow of winter

Moonlight shows me the way

To the kingdom of love

In the blossom of my sweetheart.
@ Igor Marynowski