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[Read desc. if you want] The only piece of my poetry that I actually like

Well, I thought about sharing it here at least once, but, nevertheless. The first anniversary seems to be a good occasion, huh.

(Originally it isn't in English, of course, (but still is 'vers libre'), but I'm pretty satisfied with my own translation of it, mheh)

Through the flesh viscous, coloured ink-black Buds of blue flowers were sprouting, And sways their were slow and mournfully quiet With each of the thousands and thousands steps Along the endlessly long shore of the sea Covered with moss and grey grass.

Against the rocks were crushing steel waves Driven by wind wild and furious. It howled like demon in agony everlasting Under the sky coated with torn clouds, Through which the rays of the Star of World Broke their way as if involuntarily.

(Оригинал на русском, если кому-то вдруг окажется нужен:

Во плоти вязкой, чернильно-черной Бутоны проросших синих цветов Мерно и заунывно-тихо покачивались При каждом из тысяч и тысяч шагов По бесконечно длинному берегу моря, Покрытому мхом и серой травой.

Стальные волны бились об скалы, Гонимые ветром жестоким и диким; Как демон в агонии вечной он выл Под небом, укрытым рваными облаками, Через которые, словно невольно, Звезды мировой лучи пробивались.)

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