All snow, all snow… A candle lone…
As if a blizzard dressing white
called for the home.
As crystal owls rush and break
Against the windows,
The malice winds are lacing fears
And feelings.
The candle on the table blinks
Into the darkness
As hands and hearts are taking part
In lover dancing.
All snow, all snow… and in the night
Beneath the silver violet light
The world asunder - lost and found
Inside me.
27.07.2025
Пер.ст. Б.Пастернака «Зимняя ночь»
All snow, all snow
© Copyright: Евгения Блейк, 2025
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