Lilac babble\u2026 a silver overflow\u2026
In the pale-blue stone veins
The city pulses \u2013 a giant, dreaming
Of the whisper of secrets, still mute.
The sleep turns to glass. In the mirrors of shop windows \u2013
A steel glimmer of quiet non-being.
Lilac shadows \u2013 a dance of ballerinas
Weaving their rhythm\u2026 an elusive feeling.
Look: through the smoke, through the lilies of lights,
She walks \u2013 or is it only a fragile breath?
The semi-transparent train of her years
Vanishes into silent labyrinths.
A lilac cloak\u2026 not a step, but only a sound.
A pearl mask\u2026 a gaze like crystal.
This city breathes \u2013 through thousands of partings,
Hiding its dormant regret.
Pale-blue\u2026 silver\u2026 and mute.
Is this a figure? Or a whimsical game?
Twilight takes \u2013 and twilight will take
Everything that has not found a name.<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"
Lilac babble\u2026 a silver overflow\u2026In the pale-blue stone veinsThe city pulses \u2013 a giant, dreamingOf the whisper of secrets, still mute. The sleep turns to glass. In the mirrors of shop windows \u2013A steel glimmer of quiet non-being.Lilac shadows \u2013 a dance of ballerinasWeaving their rhythm\u2026 an elusive feeling. Look: through the smoke, through the […]<\/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":[116,118],"zbirnyk":[],"class_list":["post-4332","post","type-post","status-publish","format-standard","hentry","category-poetry","tag-shadow","tag-time"],"acf":[],"yoast_head":"\n