QUIETLY, THE SOURCE FLOWS.. ELENA MARIN

 

 And with him the longing
 And he wears it, always on the way
 To find them, relief
 Longing, great passion.

 He takes him from shore to shore
 To find them alean
 Through the oak forest
 Through the sparse green forest
 Where are the incense flowers.

 At the edge of the forest
 At the mouth of the spring
 In the glade of longing
 In the green glade
 And with flowers covered.

 Where the birds sing
 Where the flowers gather
 On all paths
 To say, longings.

 So does my longing
 He always carries me on the road
 Where the forest is, thicker
 And the cooler shade
 I want to miss home
 A little to calm down.

 In the cool morning
 I want to find relief
 To refresh it with dew
 And give it new value.

 Don't walk on the road
 When on the hill and when on
 valley
 Until nightfall
 When the moon appears in the sky.

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 18.06.2020