To william
Dear child! You are a flower of ash- berry sky
at unknown sunset of a cosmic space.
Your sounds of birds opposed the temple of lie
under the Moon of the meadow by name “Edelweiss”
Who informed the vagabond of the heart of desert,
who had told them of the ice of perennial death?
Our poor intellect has been measured
for a history test of the sacrifice maths.
Give your smile with a tenderness like a prisoner bard
with returning ceremony of the rhymes tournament!
Heve you heared about the Heroes of our Athens vanguard,
who rejected cicutas for Socrates misspent!
© Copyright: Аргутинский-Долгорукий А.И., 2004
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