Once... the vivid sunlight was here...

Once...the vivid sunlight was here...
Wild Scarlet Roses blossomed in Her heart
And after all obscurity possessed this
The stolen youth...the realm of the sad...
The haunted place - no travelers, no strangers
Only mute willows distorted by the Time
An artificial prospect of salvation
A bursting laugh...without smile...
Dim eyes of persecuting nightfall
Condemn to high and wait for miracles
Only forever wandering wind allures Her
To fall into the sky on eagle wings...
“Sweet Child, do you remember
Wild Scarlet Roses of your heart?”, –
Howled the wind, such a pretender,
“They wait for you, step on my cloud!”...
“Oh, yes, My Friend, I still remember,
The pure odor and the former light!”
“Then free yourself’’, - said voice so tender
“I’ll show the way...come, be my bride!”...
And then She hovered as a feather
Ascended even to the stars
She saw the sun...and disappeared...
The jealous wind has caged Her in His arms...
Since then no Early Morn has seen Her
What has become of Her that day?
Through centuries reflections drifted
But only wind still blows His way...
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Though someone says that every summer
On verge of steep and rigid cliff
Where swaying waves of ocean slumber
Wild Scarlet Roses bloom in grief...

                2007г.