the Gift...

Анна Филимонова
Please... Let me soak up your griefs
and take away all your diseases
and looking with you to abyss
leave the light trace of love within it.


There is the fine and balmy floret
inside my hands created from glow.
It is for you! Take, take it, please!
It will remind you of my pleas
with clear rising of the sun
and will be with you after down.



(Дар)