\"After all, someone will understand
My poems\' alphabetic signs\" (Helga Gulinkin)
To alphabetic life of poems mine
has spring so burst with pride and storm and passion
Mysterious is morning. Let\'s imagine
The way all words are brining joy around....
I welcome sunshine, Godly every day,
And cast aside the sleepy mood forever,
And soul has ... I assume ... no other care,
To feel the shadows in the anxious plane
The shadow of past worries fades away,
Dissolving gentle hazes of the grove,
I don\'t know what the day forecasts for me,
My soul is full of spring dreams. All my soul!