A delightful Garden of Friendship.

by Dina TELEVITSKAYA

Modest Russian flowers
Are blossoming on my balcony
In the summer:

Geraniums, camomiles, small roses,
Carnations, nasturtiums and a decorative string bean.

It is my tiny garden
Under the roof of the 12 floor of the house.
Probably, it is too high.

But the sun
Every morning welcomes us,
And the charming fluffy bumblebees visit each flower.

We have no summer residence
And of own garden on the earth.

Therefore a balcony
Is our favourite place
For meditations and rest.

... Somewhere away,
On the other end of a planet
My friends live in their countries.
I never met with them,
But I see their faces and characters,
I hear their thoughts and fine poetry,
I feel joy and a pain of their souls.

I love my familiar unfamiliar friends
And I miss about them.
But soon they will send me
Seeds of own garden
and of their own home flowers.

How it will be wonderful -
to have box or pot with flowers
from each of them!

I shall look at their flowers,
To think about my far friends
and to pray
This summer on 12 floor,
On my balcony
In a delightful Garden of Friendship.

E-mail: d-story-teller@ctinet.ru