The power of beauty

The Autumn spirit of the poems
Tears the gilding of the forms
It takes an ochre in embraces
In rubins clothed It wastes its breath !

The lines will merge with rains’ tears
Uneven writing and crooked symbols
A thrilling rhyme and anxious lyrics
Are a result of vibrant feelings !

The sky is stretching in the height
It has neither edges nor the limits
And it takes one’s breath away
Revealing the inside of the feelings.

Savouring the hint of autumn
The strings thread the sounds letting them ring
The miserable solo, the thick air
convolved in a delicate appeal...

One’s fate walks on the paths and roads
Sometimes it makes you slow down and turn back
It hides the smile behind its umbrella
A sense of superiority is its main attack!

The afterward is so splendid
It’s borderd by a forest rim
A lot of power and beauty
Fell down
             on the Earth, and put a steal...

Moscow, September, 04, 2020.

Перевод стихов, автор А. Казачий. Ссылка на публикацию:
http://stihi.ru/2020/08/28/1481