The story of one window

Daffodil flowers

Precisely cut from a light stone,
Snow-white petals look into the water.
Meticulously met in their own way,
Serene flowers peeped deep into the depths.

The soft trembles on them,
Dually pale, outlines grow.
Mute flowers peeped deep, -
Understood, understood the light of Beauty!

Heart, bordered with a crimson line,
Secretly keeps golden confessions.
Only irrevocably in love with myself,
It grows cold, turns pale, in dreams without a name.

With a pure dream, a flower is betrothed,
Loving a dream, he is married to Death.
A moment - and the flowers go out with happiness, -
How they understood the light of Beauty!

Balmont Constantine