Игра теней
27 февраля 2024 г., 20:18
Примечания:
Внимание, на английском. Возможно, потом переведу... Когда-нибудь...
Shadows creep, playing a game;
A twisted path that's all the same.
An imitation of life unseen,
The players watch, faces between.
Under the moonlight this facade,
The silent steps 'pon the terrace's broad,
Move like plays, so swiftly made,
The bright shadows that never fade.
On the trees and walls they dance,
A shifting image falls in trance;
As if life could be altered,
The game of shadows ever falter.
Out of reach and out of sight,
The world's reality kept out of sight;
Swaying for the boughs and low,
Restless night before the dawn's snow.
