Much Does Cost Go Bowling

hand spring rains came the cold

The wind carried away by the hint of a spring song,
somewhere
polished and deep
opened a little piece of heaven. In this huge blue
,
between glimpses of the nearby Spring
crying winter storms,
hovering dreams star.
Timid, dark and deep
crying my strings.

The wind carried away by his bright songs.

(Russian A.Blok.Poesia '900)