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Apple tree color beam shines through
< Inna Spring
Apple tree color beam shines through
And through the mother's wrinkles ...
That mysterious bird
In the lightest silk threads -
Bela world, a miracle of God ...
Emerald foliage whispers all
And from awe to shiver
Spreads your shoulders.
A cup of glare - whether sun,
Whether tenderness miracle ...
The centuries-old ring
Wisdom - at the bottom of the vessel.

Apple tree color beam shines through
And through the mother's wrinkles ...
That mysterious bird
In the lightest silk threads -
Bela world, a miracle of God ...
Emerald foliage whispers all
And from awe to shiver
Spreads your shoulders.
A cup of glare - whether sun,
Whether tenderness miracle ...
The centuries-old ring
Wisdom - at the bottom of the vessel.