Soft ashes lie on the fragile wings
You’ve floated out from the rust and darkness -
the soul of weary rooms, into the autumn rain
into a grey dawn, under stamping, busy feet
you’re madly fluttering above the pavement
Please, hurry up, take refuge in my palms,
or else the heartless day will crush you down,
I’ll take you to a calm, secure place,
night fairy – butterfly.
But it is late…
Alyona Yemelina
Оригинал: http://www.stihi.ru/2010/07/17/6829
Night butterfly
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