Seize the light of the summer declining,
Pour the wine to the chalice’s brim.
Dark whispers of treachery, maligning,
Still beyond our vision’s outer rim.
And your Caesar, in dreams, lies in silence,
As the day slips away from your sight.
While Babylon whispers defiance,
And enigmas concealed by the night.
For Leuconoe
© Copyright: Сергей Зигле, 2025
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