The Chestnut

Автор: Инна Бальзина-Бальзин


03.05.2017 - 05.03.2017

Riga, Latvia

Nottinghamshire, Great Britain

Dedicated to Guntars



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The Chestnut



I would sing a song

by not a loud voice,

but I just kept a silence,

Listening a sky, a wind.



I would say my Thanks to you,

But we are on a distance

of a flight of plane.



But I hope for a nice night dream

will come as a tale story for kids

about one alone chestnut,

a wet from a rain drops tears

from a sky,

and as a small alive stone like

a creature,

had his dreams, keeping them

inside him, to grow up ,

up to a sky,

to be a tallest strongest trees

with plenty white flowers,

which will became chestnuts,

plenty chestnuts,

each with their dreams

about a warm sunny days,

a spring, and a blue sky.

While we have our dream,

we always may grow up,

to be something another,

not just a small chestnut

on a ground.

Russian word for Chestnut

is as "Cash-tone",

as about someone with a dream

of plenty money, as a cash,

singing a song

as his dream to be a rich man one day.

A Cash - A Cash - a cash-tone,

A chestnut 'chest' not'.

Russian word chest' as English word 'a honor'.

All nuts are inside of the hard skin cover,

to hide somethings important from a look.

This important is a miracle of growing life

to be a tallest biggest tree

till a sky.

We all have dreams.

To be rich, to love,

To be beloved,

To be strongest

Till a sky.

I will not take a small chestnut

from a park,

may be his dream will be a true

to be till a sky.

While he will dry in a room,

to die.

to be with plenty wrinkles, cracks,

just for fun.

But they pay this

for all us,

sometimes,

and they died,

in a deep silence,

to up us here, to up.

A small girl will laughed:

- See, Daddy! This chestnut is

so smooth! so wonderful! nice!

Can I take it at home,

with me, to be this mine?

And she will put a chestnut

or a small bed, playing,

as this would be her baby.

And she though it out

when he will be a died.

Children had not toys in the past,

They picked all what they saw

to play, to know a life.

A miracle of game

had gave a magic, a love

to create all this World,

just for a play, just for a fun.

We are adults, had we forgot all?

what had we felt as kids?

You are for away,

so me,

may be you are a sleeping,

in your dreams.



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On Russian



03.03.2017

Рига, Латвия

Посвящается Гунтарсу



Каштан





Гладкая кожа каштана

Манит теплом янтаря.

Я б понаделала бусы, -

Жалко иголку втыкать!



Жалко забрать их из парка, -

Здесь они чудно блестят!

Дома же в сухости дома

Треснут, умрут навсегда.



Каждому тут своё место,

Пела душа чтоб, жива;

Чёрствою корочкой хлеба

С плесенью чтоб не была!



А на природе - свобода!

Ветер и дождь, облака!

Тучки то белы, то серы,

Розово-нежны, летят!



Песню любви и свободы

Копит каштан на земле,

Полный надежд он о небе, -

Вырастит ввысь по весне!





Инна

Ианна Инна Бальзина-Бальзин

Eanna Inna Balzina-Balzin



"Каштан" / "The Chestnut"

http://www.stihi.ru/2017/03/06/590

http://www.stihi.ru/2017/03/06/631