Happiness is a summer only

And it’s a nice warm day.

But after noon is rain and snow

Start again a badly mood.

I do know what is hidden

By a rain-sheet.

Anger and grief are pass away –

After winter is a spring…

There will be time

For April after winds of March.

I wish everything come true –

Our World would be not so stern.

Our time repeats a year after year

Comes and keeps straight away.

It’s possible to start everything again

But we can not to return anything.

I remember in my childhood

I used a nice remedy against failures –

Created fortresses of sofas

And I could to fly…

I’d like to fly in the Sky and my tiredness

Throw down from my shoulders.

Peace, accord, freedom, happiness –

Where can be found and guard?

Happiness is a Summer only

In expectation of a Spring.

A short instant of summer power

In the middle of darkness.

A chain of sunrises and sunsets,

Long winters and short summers,

Shadows of questions and trice of answers,

Wings are, but happiness is not…