The book you read
Is printed on the pages
Of most fabulous and desperate of days…
The turning wheels of fate,
Above the ages,
Are writing mystic codes on burning rails.
A petal of a rose between the papers
Is bright as purple at the dawn.
It’s vibrios hue is strangely magnetic
And lingering, and living forth and on…
As over time the pages shrivel,
The wind is sweeping scraps away,
The history - is destiny of people
Of lands of most sacral scroll!
I am to say: the anthem echoes,
The sky reflecting formulae.
Forever living petals of the roses
Between the pages, live to be!
22.02.2025 Вольный пер. ст. А. Тарковского «я кончил книгу»
The book you read
© Copyright: Евгения Блейк, 2025
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