Home Made Rabbit Bottle

"We have met too ..."

We met at the crossroads too unknown
Although we have different paths walked
smoldering evening sky in siprazima
I always stellar clouds cranes with spring return.

We too have encountered a word I say we
curly in the summer with tanned faces
Under the umbrella of green silk for the moment we stopped
And then last, have wandered all for their views.

In November, the clouds as the flames ore
rains and wind washed the gray afternoon parching
The roads are long and the Crossroads
strove for something short in an encounter that was so loved.

In snowy winter, blanche like your washed hands are
long, long awaited by poplars, the matter
I bare my neck scarf uvila his flaxen
To sivookom passenger is not winter in the world.

However, these meetings are only a short
rejoicing because I know at some crossroads, and I will see more
Pruzices someone hands shall cease travel
and under the roof of a svratices that were hiding from the rain.

will put your scarf on the way near the sign
And with the wind - go buddy pleated vedja
For me, life stops if you get off the trail
And before someone's door off the bag from the back.