Edelweiss - love poem

Snowflakes were falling into the canyon. Snows were melting in a mountain valley. The golden beautiful sunset was splashing in the sky.

The Spring were awakening to the silent's Canyons. Still they are dormant winter here. Rays of sunset, as watercolor, were created a fabulous dreams.

Stars shone through the sky. The moon light was falling down to the reefs. Whom does giving the world to shining dreams, when world was sleeping?

Doesn't this the noise of sparkling waves? Doesn't this the wind above the ground? It's Moons glow shone down out to the heavens, descending down at the peoples' Souls.

Dreams of the eclipse were to disturbed. The sun and the moon were meeting, this day. On the coast, the road was leading upwards to Way, which was between the mountains.

Simple pilgrim was climbing on the canyon. On the road, he is wear down his shoes. He was exhausted, to was climbing to the top. But he is climbing too - against all odds.

Unexpectedly he found to the canyon, where the beautiful Edelweiss was growing. But he couldn't pick up it. With timidity, his hand have never rip it.

So he went down - the road' further. His flower was having - a beautiful Moon. He sought its one, in alarm. In the mountains, She waited for him.

Never any can't pick up to red flower of sunset with them light hands. Never any can't grasped to the life. Never the World can't having to filled seas whole...

And even the shadow is not constant. Doesn't eternal sound of a boomerang? The Eternity did not knowed - nor deception, nor separations, nor constants.

Why does wild flowers grow between the mountains, in the blue expanse? Does not it better, would if these flowers have be to grow near inner the gate of the castle?

Why couldn't be, in flaming red sunset, clouds, which are flying in thier gusts? The Man not picked up wild' flowers. Passion as if is flaming out these flowers.

In the night, beautiful silvery Moon rose to Heavens from the East And nocturnal dreams were having been within eastern crescent.

And somewhere the Specter flied, get dropped in the twilight, in the run. And only Edelweiss is glittering with under silvery Moon's light.

A Specter is flew in the darkly night. A sleepless moon shines in the sky. The glittery path of the moon’s light dissipated over a night.

Far away in the darkness we heard flute. This is a fabulous singing Orfeo. A Moon is now in heaven - alone, under the shadow of the ghostly beams.

The Twilight was laughing - at the day. He wanted to see any game, when day and night merge into a fight. And the fire will burned up into the ice.

A cool fog of night, was cleared over the windows of fabulous homes. Fetters of ice of a cool night were - a warm wind' dreams destroyed them.

Ah! If a bright shining triangle - Moon, North Star, little stars have not been banished every morning into the darkness, where is only the dark.

The moon shone in the space of the sky. And glittering tiara of bright stars. But the sky again will be banish the night - amid of wonderful lunar castles.

Every sunset is full of mystery. It has crystal-white freshness of the clouds. And this is embrace, as if the flame, and it is seems, as if is the golden.

Sunset rises above sleepy storm. Winds are breathing in dark space of skies. As, if completely the walls of sleep daily sunlight were open.

The road before the storm fades. Flowers were also under heavy rain. , the soaked' petals , began to sparkle much better than - at a bright day.

And all canyons sparkles also. Some roads are visible at Flatwater. And, somewhere, in the dawn' coast, mountains are, as if rocketed be skyward ..