IN THE MORNING, IN THE COOL .. ELENA MARIN

 

 Honey, it's up to me to go down the valley
 When the acacia is in bloom
 Like, picking incense
 Incense, beautiful flowers
 Please take them home.

 To carol the meadows
 And all the paths
 To cross the paths
 To soothe my longings.

 You can hear the leaves rustling
 The springs whispering
 To walk the whole forest
 When the grass is coiled.

 To take my longings
 To sit under the branches
 Me and my thoughts
 Keeping on the trails.

 Let me turn to the springs
 When it's hot, bigger
 In the trill, the nightingale
 At calm waters
 And sunlit.

 To look into the distance
 Let me admire the whole horizon
 When nature flourishes
 And pleasantly, it adorns itself.

 With proud, attractive flowers
 And inviting scents
 Let me rest, under the frame
 Let me breathe, their balm.

 To go to the plain
 Where are the jasmine flowers?
 Which, I really liked
 Let me listen, hoarse voice.

 When nature is, received
 And with flowers, covered
 Scented, in any flower
 Enchantment and splendor!

 ELENA MARIN AUTHOR POEMS CREATED BY ME AND WRITTEN LITERARY TEXTS * ALL RIGHTS RESERVED TO THE AUTHOR ELENA MARIN DOCTOR IN IFCH AMB.
 27.02.2020