Finish That Thought! Poem by Lyudmila Purgina

Finish that thought! And take this rhyme!
It fits you, it is like a kvass,
Made from very base of real life,
It is thick, intoxicating thus
In the heat, but cold and satisfying.
It facilitates a burden much in time...
It is worth for that concising moment!
Why are you so shy? immovable?
Why are you irresolute in action? !
Take this rhyme! ! ! ...
You see, good fashioned,
Instantly it had produced blue sky
There between the stormy clouds
Sun became so tender, mild...
And your lips have blurted out
Whisper as a heavy haze...

Haze on glass has settled down...
I'm glad - the rhyme is catched!