You didn't recognize us? We're like that!
One and the same reflection - in our faces!
A winged cupid's near each of us,
He brings to me and he gives you the vestments.
The move of thoughts's preciser than an eye,
But I want to calm down, feel the comfort,
The canvases from Austria by Hans -
To my soul's query will provide an answer.
My right hand holds a lily, left - a star,
And you are lieing among pinky roses.
Such were our dreams that happened more than once,
The thick-haired girls remind of our poses.
The cupids sleep in silence all around,
The soul will go pitapat with Painting,
And in the temples beats wave of the sound,
And your heart will respond it revibrating.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
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