Рецензия на «In slides of glance mirror...» (Анетта Руж)

In slides glance of mirror...

... Slides glance of mirror... like the sky slices...
in torments... having born ... those wright lines..
The sky having flowed... by veins in a soul...
and reflects... and reflects... both reflects...

It flows... through World...and by a spiral...
it will be appear... like scratches real...
The letters are dripping... they're melting in Sky...
in songs and in rhymes... and in between lines...

... The sounds are hiding.. the secrets are hiding...
by a pain of the partings... somewhere... at sides...
They're twisted and plaited... not forged and easy...
by a graceful couplet... more deeply and further...

... The sky's having flowed... by blue boundless...
up to faraway horizon... in a fabric of stars ...
It will having swaddled... the thin fragile soul...
at height drops collapse... by the Star falling down...

... Frankness doubtful... like the pouring flows...
will spilled into body.... impressing itself...
In slides glance of mirror... like the sky slices...
not forged and easy... and in between lines...

... The sounds are hiding... the secrets are hiding...
by pain of the partings... somewhere... at sides...

Миледи Ольга Переводы   07.09.2016 17:35   •   Заявить о нарушении