Little Pine-Fir Trees (Poem Dedicated to Irine Kisseleva on October 29, 2015)
Leaving the Zhukovsky forest once, You’ve appeared on the spacey path, Who knows that it can be a relief, From long-lasting stress-belief. Pine ridge is full of real breath, Happiness to be and health, Happiness which almost forgotten, Enables one’s recovery and grace. Little pine-fir trees, evergreen and merry, Line up in straight rows, To…