A keresés eredménye

Ragged echo...

Ragged echo of interrupted singing
Will spread the most air in paradise.
Silence like head that's spinning
the time will discolour at sunrise.
 
In a mindless flame engulfed,
the day is burning, its sparks scatter everywhere
into the souls, mugs and apple orchard,
kind and weak, unusually dear.
 
Anatoli Trojanowski

The Mistkeeper

Your post is on the ridge. You guard
The mist that has arisen from the abyss
And anyone but a bewildered swift
Will let you know that is fruitless
 
What made you so estranged from home?
Well, each of us has a zen garden
It’s so absurd to turn the world
Into a waltz of cameos in diamonds
 
Why should you live admiring hills
While you keep dwelling in this stony ghetto?
A gazebo’s not a place to lure geishas in
A rope bridge is not for ladies’ geta
 
A gazebo without gab’s a bestiary's beastie
Don’t watch your mist – in abyss, it’ll demise
Like howling demons on a night of mystic
When there comes the Dragon on a fiery rise