Summer garden
Alone I wander on avenues of a garden,
In quiet silence of night.
Around only rustle of a leaf fall,
And stars light in height.
Will pass an automn also. Step by step
The colour carpet will weave in a garden.
And wooden sarcophagus
Will cover statues nakedness.
Freeze the garden without them, and we
Will wait again arrival of spring.
Then wooden fetters will fall ,
And for the world again will open beauty!
Hands' creation , from a marble to us again,
As formerly will pleased for eyes.
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