A keresés eredménye

Mother

It is getting dark. He’s executed. Leaving the Golgotha,
the crowd's coming down, winding its way among the olive trees,
like a slowly moving serpent

You Roam The Garden And Ponder The Thought...

You roam the garden and ponder the thought.
Shadow has spilled on the flowering spot.
 
Ask gentle breeze during sonorous night:
Birch noise in Russia's the same, am I right?
 
Ardently ask the serene crystal Moon:
Same clear rivers through motherland're strewn?
 
Moon rays and night breeze will answer your call...
You'll learn all that, just keep quiet, that's all.
 
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What Do I Think About?

What do I think about? I think of shooting night stars...
Look over there how one like silent spirit flies
And cuts the air leaving trace of diamond light scars,
Behold, its faint trace quickly dies...
 
Don't question me, don't ask to where this star rolled down.
For I am begging you: be quiet, do not breathe!
I feel that it has shattered into radiant sounds
Inside my soul deep down beneath.
 
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The Clouds Broke Apart...

The clouds broke apart. And raindrops like bright diamonds
Are sparkling, dripping slowly, picking up the pace
From fragrant and exited branches with such grace.
That's how the human days roll on the God's palm mound,
That's how my every song detaches as the breath
Of life itself and falls down to unearthly bounds
As hymn, defying death...
 
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