Bouquet of wild flowers

Wildflowers
Olga Kolova
There is a special charm in the flowers of the field -
Cornflowers, bells, in the same chamomile ...
Here she is like the sun in a white shirt,
Everything nods its head to us from the grass.

The wavy rye attracts with all the boundlessness.
The sky splashed its blue between her.
Delicate blue eyelash blink from bread
Cornflowers: "Don't be sad when you walk by!"

A honey aroma floats over the meadows -
Summer clover sprinkled everywhere.
And flicker in the grass like the glare of dawn
Those fragrant balls, pleasing to the eye.

Wildflowers will enchant you.
Let there be more beautiful bouquets on the flower beds in the gardens -
Only in the meadows will you hear the melody of summer
Amazing tenderness and purity.

Driving away all the sorrows, splashing the soul
In the light sea of flowers, serenely endless,
And at least for a moment touch the big one,
A divine secret that heals the soul.