Kundalini 62

All - to the great benefit of plants –
And smoke, and ashes, and dew, -
Enough with us animations,
In a solitude of the forgotten settlement
All and there is that miracles. –

Hence – the tale of the bamboo,
Arrow of onions,
Frog in ice skin,
Swan Princess under tkemali,
Tincture on bear fat
And lonely water.

And the forest roars like the night of Europe,
Sleeping wooden Cyclops,
Far away crackles beetle,
Its elytra are more of the kidneys,
And grows like a dash
The late monotone sound.

And so it is clear on a glade,
As if The Yuriev peasants
I came, I collected cuttings,
They wore pitchforks, hooks,
And that's compressed spider
History along the river.

Already in the floodplain of the jump Besi,
Fields and weights are exhausted,
And branches in the Mirage of floating,
And the smell of smoke and resin,
It's like crying over a rock,
And for immortality-live.

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Although picture there is no limit -
During the century the veil thinned,
Breakage is low, then high,
And you look after-not for Orpheus,-
Where the dust of the soul will scatter,
And where in the river sand beetles.

Disclaimer: I just found these in my library. I do not have the rights to them,
I just them and decided to share them with you.