Maid Corbic
When the bud comes to life in early spring
it really looks like some big bullet to me
drenched in all dimensions and backs
not even Fibonacci can understand those petals
when I count them, I look at an even number
when it’s cold outside I first see a bud
as it continues to develop
so it feels like it’s a shaped bullet
and the stalk is its stalk that looks
like some Winchester rifle butt
when everything around me begins to come to life
I see the symbol of the bullet and the crucifix
because people give flowers to sickles in vain
just to get some ethereal scents
which continue to cause me severe trouble in my soul
because I know that the bud faces like a bullet big
that grain when awakens from metamorphosis
I look forward to each day more than ever
yes, that big bullet will come to life in vain
I know that my existence may be small
but the flowers are the most beautiful in the world
beautiful colors, shapes and dimensions
where every moment of life gives me a new start
I never asked for much of life
except that everyone respects that bullet that is as light as a feather
but gentle enough to destroy everything around him in anger
believe everything you hear and see
because the masterpiece is a great miracle
let the bullet stop all obstacles!