Horse race-a White-winged herd
Flying over the sea of earthly passions
From the heart I feel battle blizzards
Hot as ice of a fierce winter.
The bitter taste of Wormwood in a solar noon
Mirage in the ocean Rose of winds
Tears the veil from the mundane cradle
Painfully exposes bunches of fruit.
Shining sound of clinking drops
Diamonds in the Crown of spring
And drown in oblivion the thoughts of a flute
And Swallows circling above the sea of love.
A Soul is the petals of a nude Rose
Redolent in thorns on a thin stalk
Hiding the buds of Virgin leaves
In uncircumcised fingers of a living bush.
Princess Tatiana Romanova
Horse race
© Copyright: Княжна Татьяна Романова, 2017
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