(The molten blot of sun
Hung over at the sky.
I saw that there ships fly...
I am sure - it was a lie...)
***
The golden sends of desert
Was burning steps behind.
And hold on to illusions
The cloudy hungry mind.
We slept in our embraces
Became we the ghosts that day.
And keeping the sends of the desert
In Golden Burning Valley.
You can hear our forbidden whisper,
Having slept in the silence tonight.
We will cover your body by sand
And show you a beautiful lie.
(Авторский перевод)
The keepers of the sands
© Copyright: Татьяна Семенова, 2008
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