Through mountain-born crystal enamel is shown,
A cosmic-scale brew o'er the chasm runs wild —
It’s white distant space by the stellar breath blown,
That breathes into hearts a cold drip, undefiled.
The frost of the peaks leaves the East stripped and bare,
The light of purgation makes source emerge there —
The ringing Mistral washes tamas, alone.
A voice from the abyss, like starlight in streams,
An angel sings high o'er the cliff of the space.
The cold holds the seed of the innermost dreams,
Eternity breathes cosmic breath in this place.
Through steel of the swords flies the current so bright,
The gates were unlocked by the crystal's quick spark.
Above all the World, master-wind sees the light,
Piercing the earth like the cold stellar dark.
Mistral
© Copyright: Алёна Гаштольд, 2026
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