I love your eyes, my friend,
With their fiery-wonderful play,
When you suddenly lift them up
And, like lightning from heaven,
Take a quick look around the whole circle...
But there is a stronger charm:
Eyes downcast
In moments of passionate kissing,
And through lowered eyelashes
A gloomy, dim fire of desire.

Design

The snow is still white in the fields,
And in the spring the waters are noisy -
They run and wake up the sleepy shore,
They run, and shine, and shout...
They say all over:
"Spring is coming, spring is coming,
We are messengers of young spring,
She sent us ahead!
Spring is coming, spring is coming,
And quiet, warm May days
Ruddy, bright round dance
The crowd is cheerfully following her!..”

Florence, Metropolitan City of Florence, Italy

Luna Syn

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