По мотивам стихотворения В.Брюсова \"Мечты, как лентами, словами...\"
Memories, like ribbons,
By means of words,
Braid in sigh of tears.
Ghosts flying over us
And uncertainty dreams.
They walk on endless road
Of our subconsciousness,
And hide in shady forest,
That grows at the side of the road.
And we are tremble, we confused,
We finding sounds and bounds,
And we receive with grayed out babbling
Flare up of blinking summer light.
© 2012
Andrey Orlov
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