Užmetė vidurnaktis voratinklį iš mėnesienos gijų.
Staiga trys nusvirę šakos pakilo.
Žiemos naktį- tokią šaltą ir tylią,
Sužaliavo Migdolas sniegynų tyruose...
Siekė mėnesienos eleksyro,
Prikėlusio iš ledo gniaužtų dvasią- seną, nebegyvą
Šerkšno adatėlės pavėjui nubiro
Mažutis, gležnas žiedo pumpuras praskilo
Pabiro, kilo aukso dulkės ant sniego-
Ar jauti?!.. Vėjy gaivus kvapas baltųjų lelijų...
Migdolas geidė žvaigždžių aukščio svaigaus
Bet, ak, jis vis dar nesuprato, kad tai tik iliuzija vienišo, liūdno žmogaus...
Midnight threw on a gossamer, knitted with threads out of moonlight
Three pendulous branches rose right away...
At the night of the winter, so chilly and quiet, an almond broke into young leaf and decided for this scene not to await..
in the middle of wilderness snowy
the tree of an almond turned green looking young & so bright..
it tried to reach out elixyr of the moonlight, awaking the spirit locked deep in the clutches of ice...
needles of hoarfrost scattered all over as wind blew away..
Petite, fragile bud broke into the flower
and dust out of gold fellll down on ice, on the crystals and space.. do you... do you feel scent of white lillies, it flew with the wind as you stayed...
so tall as the almond tree...
knowing that it desires the clouds as the lovechild of ice drops, moonlight, snow and the heights...
sad, it did not realise it's been an illusion of a blue, lonely man and that's drifting astray...
while crystals fall down on the seed swirling round and around in the circles and back and then forth as his tall lone sillhuette walkes away...
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