# Like a breeze

Елена Грохольская

It's time to leave. I've whispered something sweet.

You've dropped your smile, like roses on the ground.

I walked on thorns with blood on shoeless feet,

Enchanted by your grace and broken down.


You smiled again and healed my painful wounds

As brave, as kings rule in their own castles,

As gentle, as you wave your magic wand,

Like butterflies touch stamens and pestles.


As fickle, delicate, as April breeze,

You played with feelings like with blouse and hair.

I left with you. I see you in my dreams,

Where I can lose my self-control and fear.