Небо Олирны - Букет июля
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The plants have grown stronger, tougher.
You walk through the grass, absentmindedly breathing in
The bouquet of July... But aren't the flowers
Singing about you, fragrant with all their might?

The scorching heat has come to our north,
The air is saturated with hot rays,
But the fireweed and clover will whisper about you,
And I will freeze, not noticing the heat.

It's crowded not only on the bay,
But also on the modest duck lake.
We met like a saxophone and a lute,
The ancient dam listened to us.

Biting my lips, I scolded myself for my shyness,
And the dialogues faltered.
A trembling abyss grew in my chest,
Lights bloomed and faded at the bottom.

I couldn't weave beautiful words from the tremor of emotions
Into our tête-à-tête.
Loving - I am silent; I love - without explanations,
And I don't want it all to end:
Unseen tenderness - at its limit,
Sensual notes of subtle illusions,
We noticed love too late,
Love
We noticed it too late.
July has arrived, and the main link in it is you.