These short poems attempt to capture the fleeting impressions of an encounter with a beautiful girl. Her image, woven from light and shadow, inspires simple yet sincere lines. Each quatrain is a small etude, a sketch of a character trait, a moment of beauty. Let these poems become a quiet confession of admiration and tender affection.<\/p>\n
\nIn your eyes is the azure of heaven, And a ray of sun, and a quiet light. To drown in them is only my storm, And the long-awaited trace of happiness.\n <\/pre>\n<\/p><\/div>\n\nSmile<\/h2>\n
\nYour smile is a gentle breeze, That whispers sweet dreams. The whole world dissolves in it, And all flowers bloom.\n <\/pre>\n<\/p><\/div>\n\nSilence<\/h2>\n
\nThere is depth in your silence, And wisdom that cannot be conveyed. My soul is calm and quiet, And I just want to be near you.\n <\/pre>\n<\/p><\/div>\n\nEvening star<\/h2>\n
\nLike an evening star in the distance, you shine brightly and radiantly. And my heart joyfully cherishes the days when I am lucky to have you.\n <\/pre>\n<\/p><\/div>\n\nSummer rain<\/h2>\n
\nLike summer rain, you are so pure, And beckoning with your freshness. In you lies hope and dreams, And the dawn of beautiful youth.\n <\/pre>\n<\/p><\/div>\n\nWhisper of the wind<\/h2>\n
\nYour voice is the whisper of a breeze, That gently caresses the poplars. In it one can hear a line of love, And a secret that lived in the soul.\n <\/pre>\n<\/p><\/div>\n\nAutumn leaf<\/h2>\n
\nLike an autumn leaf, light and graceful, you are always. You have the beauty of nature and tenderness, like water.\n <\/pre>\n<\/p><\/div>\n\nWinter snow<\/h2>\n
\nLike winter snow, you are so tender, And pure as the first ray of light. In you lies mystery, depth, And the trembling impulse of the heart.\n <\/pre>\n<\/p><\/div>\n\nSpring color<\/h2>\n
\nLike a spring flower, you blossomed, and transformed the world around you. Hope sprouted within you, and filled your soul with joy.\n <\/pre>\n<\/p><\/div>\n\nMoonlight<\/h2>\n
\nIn the moonlight you are like a dream, incredible and quiet. A groan is born in my heart, and I pray only for a meeting.\n <\/pre>\n<\/p><\/div>\n\nStill Waters<\/h2>\n
\nIn your eyes there is a quiet pool, Where thoughts float smoothly into the distance. In them I see a haven of love, And the long-awaited path of happiness.\n <\/pre>\n<\/p><\/div>\n\nFirst snow<\/h2>\n
\nYou are as pure as the first snow, And innocent as a dream. In you is the beauty of hope, And the joy and height of the heart.\n <\/pre>\n<\/p><\/div>\n\nSunny bunny<\/h2>\n
\nYou're like a sunbeam, running merrily along the wall. You have a playful, bright ray, and you bring me joy.\n <\/pre>\n<\/p><\/div>\n\nSea surf<\/h2>\n
\nYour voice is like the surf, whispering the ocean's secrets. In it I hear the peace of love, and the tender wound of the heart.\n <\/pre>\n<\/p><\/div>\n\nForest stream<\/h2>\n
\nYou are as ringing as a forest stream, and as pure as crystal. You are the beauty of nature, and joy like a carnival.\n <\/pre>\n<\/p><\/div>\n\nStarry Night<\/h2>\n
\nOn a starry night, quiet and clear, You are like an angel before me. My soul is full of love, And my heart beats ever stronger.\n <\/pre>\n<\/p><\/div>\n\nThe scent of roses<\/h2>\n
\nYour scent, like a bouquet of roses, intoxicates and beckons like a dream. It contains tenderness, passion, and bright light, and a trembling bow from the heart.\n <\/pre>\n<\/p><\/div>\n\nFirst love<\/h2>\n
\nYou are my first love, And the light at the end of my soul. In you there is tenderness, and blood, And everything that I seek in myself.\n <\/pre>\n<\/p><\/div>\n\nTender doe<\/h2>\n
\nLike a gentle doe, you are light, And graceful as a shadow. In you there is mystery and melancholy, And the joyful melody of the heart.\n <\/pre>\n<\/p><\/div>\n\nEternal beauty<\/h2>\n
\nYour beauty is timeless, like an eternal ideal. You hold the beautiful captivity of love, and the long-awaited harbour of happiness.\n <\/pre>\n<\/p><\/div>\n<\/div>","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"These short poems are an attempt to capture the fleeting impressions of a meeting with a beautiful girl. Her image, woven from light and<\/p>","protected":false},"author":1,"featured_media":0,"comment_status":"open","ping_status":"open","sticky":false,"template":"","format":"standard","meta":{"footnotes":""},"categories":[71],"tags":[],"class_list":["post-1217","post","type-post","status-publish","format-standard","hentry","category-stihi"],"_links":{"self":[{"href":"https:\/\/bukvaved.top\/en\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/1217","targetHints":{"allow":["GET"]}}],"collection":[{"href":"https:\/\/bukvaved.top\/en\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts"}],"about":[{"href":"https:\/\/bukvaved.top\/en\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/types\/post"}],"author":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/bukvaved.top\/en\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/users\/1"}],"replies":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/bukvaved.top\/en\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/comments?post=1217"}],"version-history":[{"count":1,"href":"https:\/\/bukvaved.top\/en\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/1217\/revisions"}],"predecessor-version":[{"id":174406,"href":"https:\/\/bukvaved.top\/en\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/1217\/revisions\/174406"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/bukvaved.top\/en\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/media?parent=1217"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/bukvaved.top\/en\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/categories?post=1217"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/bukvaved.top\/en\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/tags?post=1217"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}