Nasta Kudasava. You Can't Buy Spring, But You Can Find Yourself In Its Thick Gardens. Poem
Nasta Kudasava published a new poem on her Facebook page.
You cannot buy the spring, yet you can find yourself
within its thick, lush gardens.
The sun in fiery mittens
will warm your letters,
will warm the commas of silence,
will grant your happiness a carte blanche.
Perhaps not so slippery, after all,
is this world, groundlessly ours.
Perhaps not everything will finally be erased,
and not in vain were we here,
where on the cheeks of Gdynia's port
ships are kisses...
Where it's so lovely not to become estranged,
but, having torn off the bundle of misfortune,
under the greens of any absurdities
to cultivate the fruits of kindness.
Perhaps our Link still watches over
and believes in us,
since He gives us earthly love
and allows us to find ourselves in spring's gardens.
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а, сарваўшы вязьмо бяды,
пад бацвіннем любых бязглуздзіц
гадаваць дабрыні плады.
Pryhoža. I niedasiažna.