First Love
My first love lived between birds -
Inside of petals of a wild rose.
It was like a poem with magic words.
Was it special? God only knows.
I like recalling the fleeting love.
Today it seems an exciting story
Written with stars in the sky above
And with the unforgettable scenery
When our hands touched for a while.
They clung tightly like two magnets.
My timid looks, his charming smile,
And our talks without any secrets...
This love flew off some time ago.
I hardly remember those times.
Yet, it returns like the echo
To let wild roses grow in my dreams...
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