Часами расколотый день догорал
Углями живого заката,
Золою секунд наяву умирал
Под треск оголённого мрака.
И не было речи за ним поспешать
И не было воли решиться
Пластом на ладони мгновенья лежать
И хворостом слова божиться.
часами расколотый день догорал
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For hours the day had been split burning out
With the coals of a living sunset,
With the ashes of seconds it silently died
Under crackling of own silhouette.
And there was no speech for hurrying after it
And there was no will to decide
To lie flat on the palm of a moment
And to swear with the brushwood of night.
Гена Тихий 24.10.2024 16:49 • Заявить о нарушении
With the coals of a living sunset,
With the ashes of seconds it silently died
Under crackling of own silhouette.
And there was no speech for hurrying after it
And there was no will to decide
To lie flat on the palm of a moment
And to swear with the brushwood of night.
Гена Тихий 24.10.2024 16:49 • Заявить о нарушении