Like a ghost of a chapel ruin
you are covered with energy armoured.
Are you a shadow of sails from a harbour
like silk or a silent curtain?
Could compare you to an ocean sunrise
with the Elm, or a feast of tht atmosphere?
Your jests are faitfully nice
as the Heaven or Mozart clavier.
Only you are in this panorama
like a shadow from a person behind,
like the poems with Plato’s drama
with the things ,that forgot their kind.
Grant your mercy and give me to know,
where we are in the crowd alien.
Life events like the spiriof gelium,
and the names – under mantel of snow!
Mercy two
© Copyright: Аргутинский-Долгорукий А.И., 2004
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