Это авторское прочтение стихотворения Валентина Гафта "Бабочка"
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Through the labour, risk, and effort
Butterfly was seeking light.
So its silken wings would let us
Behold the beauty in purest sight.
Once the larva in slow fashion
To a cocoon itself does cast
Soon beneath the threaded mansion,
Breaking free her soul comes.
Paralysed by nectar fusion,
Like a tightrope-walker’s thrill,
Wings of velvet’s soft illusion,
Hold her balance, poised and still.
Life as short as one day only
Is unlike our human age.
Resting on a flower homey
Is a dream beyond our cage.
While she flutters all alone,
Kissing petals on her way,
To each flower that she’s known,
She delivers blossom grains.
Glancing back at former glory,
She will soar above the skies.
Death is not the end of story:
We, as butterflies, revive.
Бабочка
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