Там,
                                                                                  под бистрите вълни на простора
                                                                        росни поля се ширят и зелени ливади
                                                                        там,
                                                                                   сборуват ветровете непокорни
                                                                         и столетните гори са вечно млади.


                                                           
                                                                         Там,
                                                                                   в царството на цветята младо
                                                                         властва диво благоуханно веселие,
                                                                         птиците-верните му стражи-
                                                                         разтварят тишината в песнопение.


                                                                           
                                                                        Там,
                                                                                  луната сипе ласки сребристи
                                                                        над  всяка твар, над всеки кът - навред,
                                                                        там,
                                                                                  слънце наметва ореол златист и 
                                                                        подкрепя моя ход напред.              

мило момиче и не се обръщай назад. Пътят е твой, отминалото е само научен нов урок.
Много красива картина !