We are the elder rubbles
Disputes in ancient sagas,
Contours in dirty puddles,
Shadows on the facades.
We are the glare and mirrors,
Light and eternal borders,
Tellers, the sound, and hearers
Systems and their disorders.
Voices behind the curtain,
Thoughts of the all essential,
Flash, after which, for certain
Sky never be the same one.
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Данное произведение является художественным авторским переводом стихотворения "Отголоски стужи"
http://stihi.ru/2023/09/04/3795
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