The time of blackened rainbows,
The time of somber dreams,
The parades of the sabers'
And sabre-toothed jaws' rims.
The spirit of the wind bends
The core of sharpened arcs,
Treading on the very ends,
Bothering your heart.
Shortly to the parades
With the crowd you'll stride.
They'll display their medals
For the biased fight.
They'll pick the roles for all,
They'll handle out the pages.
Their destinies will fall
Onto the cross as shadings.
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The amber and the time,
The iridescent fouls
Are streaming on the shrine
From the open palms...
15.07.14 (self-translated from Russian)
The time of blackened rainbows
© Copyright: Роза Грёз, 2014
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