Hush! Grey haired love has come.

No need to drum.

Rush! It turns into a poem,

with much of wisdom.

Taste! It’s not a lime.

Don’t waste your time!

Sweep! The feelings are so deep,

they are in words, in dreams, in eyes…,

they are looking for a paradise.

Take! But…those feelings have no brakes,

they are not calm like lakes,

they are the highest waves of the ocean

with passion and devotion.

Well! Where is the bell to tell

that it’s a swan-song

which everyone would like to prolong?

Larisa R (Odessa, Ukraine)