I said about you in the ears of the geraniums: They gave

I said about you in the ears of the geraniums: They gave flowers, how beautiful they fell in love with you. I sang a poem about you in the language of the rain. Drops of pleasant place in the arms of the clouds rained the fragrance of your hair. Then you shone on me like a piece of light from the green fingers of the trees. I saw you and with the sound of starlings and cuckoos, I whispered about you on the skirt of t