Bezmelnitsin's Gallery :: Denis Bezmelnitsin : "Cloud of Spring"

Denis Bezmelnitsin

Cloud of Spring
So close to water evening came,
Strode forth, and water colour changed;
The evening scooped a few, but through
The fingers ran it back... "Alack..."
The evening smiled... "But why do you
Say nothing, why? Ye hide in reed from me a lay?"
The lake replied, "Perhaps or máybe, or
The tracks of birds upon the shore..."
- The queries sink in water, drown,

But some are still afloat somehow...
On water still - the lineaments:
A lady with the black and sad
And charming eyes... but tide
Of feelings vision stired,
This dizziness from eyes of her...

July 3 2019