You are right. With one airy outline
I'm so sweet.
All the velvet is mine with its living blinking -
Only two wings.
Don't ask: where did it come from?
Where am I hurrying?
Here I lightly sank onto a flower
And here I am breathing.
For how long, without purpose, without effort,
Do I want to breathe?
Just now, sparkling, I will spread my wings
And I'll fly away.

Design

My first friend, my priceless friend!
And I blessed fate
When my yard is secluded,
Covered in sad snow,
Your bell rang.
I pray to holy providence:
Yes my voice to your soul
Gives the same consolation
May he illuminate the imprisonment
A ray of lyceum clear days!

Gola B

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