Snow has settled on the marble slabs,
Where the gloom of the halls is like a miserly sign.
In icy embraces, the volumes sleep,
Swaddled in the silver mirage of winter.
The language of Latin has frozen in parchments \u2013
A minted step into a snow-covered garden.
There, every line is a glass waterfall,
Sleeping in the midst of a dead valley.
But somewhere from afar, through porticos and columns,
A string resounds \u2013 a golden lyre,
Singing of the fire that covered the icons,
But the word fades on pale lips\u2026
And the aristocracy of cold Gothic
Covers with silver the frozen years.<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"
Snow has settled on the marble slabs,Where the gloom of the halls is like a miserly sign.In icy embraces, the volumes sleep,Swaddled in the silver mirage of winter. The language of Latin has frozen in parchments \u2013A minted step into a snow-covered garden.There, every line is a glass waterfall,Sleeping in the midst of a dead […]<\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":1,"featured_media":0,"comment_status":"closed","ping_status":"closed","sticky":false,"template":"","format":"standard","meta":{"_acf_changed":false,"footnotes":""},"categories":[55],"tags":[119,118],"zbirnyk":[],"class_list":["post-4327","post","type-post","status-publish","format-standard","hentry","category-poetry","tag-stillness","tag-time"],"acf":[],"yoast_head":"\n