ECHO OF LAUGHTER
The whole path is strewn with pine needles.
In October it led us to a marble hall ruined by time.
The echo of laughter preserved for us – those who, in evening hours,
passed in their masks to a ghostly masquerade...
Down steps overgrown with green grass through the needles,
touching the railing leading to the cliff in that hall,
you descended after me into the magical roar of the surf.
Above the sea, on the needles – gulls’ cries reached us...
This is the echo of the end of the Christian millennium –
an echo of summer amid ruins, among relic pines and cliffs...
There, moments fled as if all twenty centuries
beat like waves just to silence human murmurs...
Echo of laughter
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