http://www.stihi.ru/2010/10/06/8348
/english re-edition of my "Тёмные Воды"/
There’re the Tree and its Moon, and the Light of them both in a bush…
The aliens'ways: (by) the way of the River and the Blue (in there) Shade;
And a wisper of birds… all about them
A gentle there, oh so much, a kiss of a small flying fish;
Reflected by watery surface there’s a curve of love shape,
An instant of waters – in the play of small lips…
A thought (runs) on wave…
Dull, sadestive shore in (the) infrequent mist of the stars; -
A silverous theme comes to surface within the contour of Night;
Different reflection is here.
In octavity of the waves, waving with the wing of the sky,
River flows into Tommorrow;
Into the past of the stars…
Tommorrow, someone also will die in(side of) the words. Pass…
/ 04.10.2010 – dacha by S.Posad /