It was a day, such a glorious day!
My heart's resonants as a bird.
Along with three mountains under a ray,
Glazed aka nuptial cakes, though blurred.
In dance THEY've merged into a sun:
Never you've seen this before!
Insistent shouts vibrating like one...
Narcissus'd forgotten his sour!
Graceful and rhythmic, THEY are calm as machine.
Dawning has coloured the mill...
Rigid of lines underlined mise-en-sc'ene:
Aurora scattered sweet chill.
Grateful I feel to have seen such a scene.
Only one thought can abruptly distract:
Nothing is real but nothing is dream...
Set as alive as a bookish extract.
An acrostic
© Copyright: Анна Кабанова, 2016
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