Sokolova Olga Leonidovna. Russia

         

The beginning of the motherland

is a farm, a hamlet.

And two houses

Windows opposite

They look into the garden,

There's lilac all around

And the nettle turns green

A young bush.

Silence, and, nicer

There is no silence.

You can hear the stream

It originates

From the raw earth.

Here he was nicknamed

A key, a key.

The shutters are not closed

The house is not closed either.

Who is the boss here,

So he left the house.

It's like a fairy tale has returned,

The world needs the world more

With this ending