FLOWERS

In Tikves somewhere, in some village

where frost quietly wilted a flower

they killed a child.

The last tear from eye had dropped...
when on the hill autumn had stepped,
in blood bathed the white morning.
And when in sunshine the iron glittered
the last thought like a bird flew:
"My mother is left alone in the village".

Oh, childish eyes!
Hiding in oneself sky corner...
Red blood running in veins
happiness without rest...

Where child's eye melted earth
mountain flower sprouted, spring had arrived,
where boiling blood melted frost
the red rose embellished field.

The May rose and flower blue
beg to smell their scent:
"Embellished, friend, the flamed rifle
with flowers young,
then forward go other children
shield with chests".

In Tikves somewhere, in some village
where frost quietly wilted a flower
they killed a child.

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