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There’s an Invisible Artist in January night. With cold paints, he draws pictures on windows’ glass so fine! And beautiful these pictures are shining under blue, Like thousands of diamonds of gold setting value. I’m looking at this picture, was given to me last night: I’ve found summer landscape on window glass with shine… This landscape was fulfilled by skilful jeweler! There are and grass and flowers, but everything in dream… He will work in frost night alone, He will present whole world to you… Morning, after waking up, you could look And couldn’t find any words!.. He will draw every night for you, He will put delicate paints on… He will cover with diamonds the glass Of your windows and roads! There is no warmth of sunshine in summer landscape’s paints; In vain the artist drew it from summer forest glade! This rich and beauty picture will not revive in spring, Because this picture’s palette too poor for summer green! He will work in frost night alone, He will present whole world to you… Morning, after waking up, you could look And couldn’t find any words!.. He will draw every night for you, He will put delicate paints on… He will cover with diamonds the glass Of your windows and roads! 18.09.2003 |
