The Tiny Kingdom - Faustas Kirsa

With bugs, with butterflies,
With bees, ants, dragonflies, –
My youth withdrew into the fields
And waves with wings of mist.

Tightshut eyes see the suns
That roll across coarse earth
Where the days of my youth died
While waiting for new dawns.

With bugs, with butterflies,
With bees, ants, dragonflies, –
My youth withdrew into the fields
And waves with wings of mist.

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Faustas Kirsa (1891 – 1964) Lithuania