A Pink Ribbon Poem by Yevgeny Bazarov

A pink ribbon decorates her hair,
She teases and smiles my heart swears;
An ice cream on a sunny day,
With hand in hand we take a stroll.

As children near the unicorns we jump;
What hidden treasures do we find?
Alas, but a few mushrooms and a butterfly,
Enjoying what life there is left.

A flute's dream with fairies at our side
Dancing with fire that keeps us warm;
An owl's song putting Sun to rest,
Only the stars to guide us remain.

A wolf's howl in a cold night,
Towards the castle we have to run;
With red wine our glasses are filled,
On the wool rug a fantasy we have met.