Dreams 1 Poem by Pavel Markiewicz

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crimson rainbow intimidates me like spherical falling stars
black venerable cat follows the wonderful round trail of Hercules covered with rose pollen
in the distance a pale glow is burning - You can not quench it with dreams

the colors of the moons herald the fulfillment of being for kith and kin
enchantment has unearthly squirrel´s power or fantasy of a bat

only longing is the center of my golden existence
it divorces wild boars in a dark grove
where the charming and melancholy nymphs are dancing