Butterfly

And at sunset the woman is naked
whirling and laughing and calling.
And merry butterflies fluttered
and the night was so beautiful
That a man suddenly woke up from melancholy
I forgot my worries and went to the window.
There is a woman, and an avalanche of butterflies,
And in his palm he held one.
Where does this miracle come from? He does not know.
But the end came to despondency
And he invites fate to dance,
He inhales the aroma, and hearts
Knocking in unison he hears a thrill
And this stormy joy impulse,
- And what happened? - Yes, he met her,
And he opened his soul, like a window to that world,
Where the butterflies were mad with ecstasy
And this energy glow
Intoxicated, and for each new phrase
A moment of passion and hope emerged.
The world fell asleep, sorrow and anxiety
Drowned in dark rooms at that hour.
But if passion is on the doorstep today
Then the heavenly waltz will sound there.
And so that their bodies are connected,
What kind of night and music is needed
Bonfire fire, in which souls merged,
Flight over the abyss, laughter and silence ...


Lyubov Sushko