Lilacs in the gazebo lit by the sun

Again my worries calmed down -
lit his summer garden,
aromas of blooming lilacs
distributed, not stingy, the breeze.

Nostalgia ... I'm young and carefree
next to a girl, I tear her lilac
and I give. How beautiful, endless
this world, this fabulous day!

Watercolor smokiness brush ...
How then ... Illusory attitude ...
But I take care of the wings-leaves
pushed aside with a tired hand.

An adult in appearance, a child in soul
sailing into the world of days gone by ...
And a lilac gentle kitten
jumped into the boat in my palm.

Vladislav Novichkov