The Bolide

The bloom planet
Dwell in her live, pacific,
Without doubt
What atrocious disaster come…
The careful herbivorous
That feel danger from afar,
Keep on to graze, quietly,
The herbs, full of sap…
The rapacious dinosaurs,
Without hurry, plane its hunt…
All thinks to exist eternal
In this superb paradise.
But it come in fly,
Growling alike an enormous dragon,
The fireball, and all is varying…
The azure is crashing and blasting!
In breaking bursts of wind
The cosmic winter is falled on the earth!


The translation of Natalia Bajureanu


Рецензии
На это произведение написаны 3 рецензии, здесь отображается последняя, остальные - в полном списке.