Through the icy tracery...

Through the icy tracery that decorated window,
Heavenly light penetrated into my apartment's hall:
Glancing at the snow-white canvas with a sketch of rainbow,
I saw greetings from a little angel in a frosty curl.

Having painted glass with cryptic pattern with a glow,
He depicted fabulous sunrise in colors on the wall
And attracted eye to see a ray in the gray days' flow,
Gave an answer to my questions, but unfortunately not all.

It was given me to read the cipher of these writings' row:
Here is a shapely shoe, in hand is ticket to the ball...
The footprints of a distant vision reached me through the snow
From my childhood, leaving an impression in the soul...


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