By Pavel Chichikov
The crocus seemed to be a flower
Yet like a violet sun exploded
Hot to touch and loaded
With violent atomic rays
The jonquils reared and spoke –
We have more life than you
As we absorb the color blue
Which every sky reflects when clear and dry
Everything which has foretold the truth
Is here before your eyes
Exploding in a gust of spirit shrapnel every lie –
Then listen to the detonation
See at first but careful, do not touch
Behold true life, but do not clutch
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(photos: Pavel Chichikov)
