Remembrance of the Beloved


In the spring I think about my beloved.
She is like rebirth of nature after frost and snow.

In the summer nice voice of nightingale
bring melody of her sweet voice.

In the autumn time among thick clouds
I can see the glimpses of her smile.

In the cold night of winter
moonlight shows me the way
to the kingdom of love
in the bosom of my sweetheart.


Poetry and Photography by Igor Marinovsky from family Sufyan

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