The day was beautiful
But strange,
Like silver-crystal
Shining mist.
The drops of water,
Falling from the lips
Of th’ cleaned by rain
Metallic houses...
From the silver sky
To the watered land
Light-flying shadows
Fell.
The day, I know now,
Was the same,
New was the feeling
Of a proud game,
Like ancient heirloom
In the tomb
Of elven kings and queens.
Impressio
© Copyright: Иван Махалин., 2004
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