Wildflowers

Wildflowers, wildflowers,
Multicolor among grasses and dew,
Like my pain points
You cut my feelings with sadness.

Why? I don't know until the end
Maybe because without you,
As without the sun I almost fade away
I cannot live without the sun for an hour.

There are many small joys in the world
As imperceptible as - as if for the eyes,
As in a discreet but sensual lyre,
Not reaching us right away.

Many joys, it is a pity that they are not eternal
In this world they and we,
That's why sadness is endless
When I see flowers in the field.

Artyomov