Silver Dream
I had a pink mist
Spilled over dalyu snow.
To the top of the white mountain countries
Before us lay a boundless path
We walked together - in the desert of snow.
Bloomed in my wonderful dream
Flowers and palm trees snow,
Like those - that glow for the first time
On a freezing window.
They bloomed in my wonderful dream.
Above us pale plants
Like ghosts midday countries.
Recoiling glittering links
Excised from ice climbers.
And we - frozen vision -
Entered the world of sparkle, singing,
Entered the silver mist.
Rays alley in snow dust
Wreaths of roses for us wove.
Mighty Light rose far
We walked, we swam, we slid,
Barely touching the ground.
We walked, we swam, we were flying.
For us, music flute,
As in silence crystal room,
Our every step sounded and awe.
And those sounds grew and sang,
To live forever - and last, and grow.
And the sounds are growing and sang
About vseblazhenstve distant target
All-perfect way.
@ Mirra Lohovitskaya
Artist Jackie Morris
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