Tenderness has million of faces and names,

Tenderness has million of secrets and signs.

It is in the autumns rains,

It is in the young wines.

 

Tenderness is a high flying bird,

It’s in the light breath of the wind.

It can be everywhere heard,

It can never be sinned.

 

Tenderness can be in crystal tears

Shining on your eyelashes.

It can be in timid rays of dawn,

It can be in warm sea splashes.

 

Tenderness is in all around,

It’s so easy to be found.

Wake up without vanity or flatness

And you will feel the tenderness.

 

Tenderness is in the quivering heart,

It turns your arms into the wings.

It can create a fine art,

Make a lot of beautiful things.

 

It fills your soul with magic light,

And all around becomes marvelous and bright.

 

©Larisa Rzhepishevska (Odessa, Ukraine)

The 10^th of September, 2011