Celtic Legend by Eliza Witte - HTML preview

Witch

The forest with the silence in its temple, Where blackbirds look for sanctuary.

Doves would come to me to take the lead.

Fear? No. The fear’s for the blind ones.

And I, I am at home right here.

The lilacs smile a thousand tempting smiles.

From them one could be easily deceived.

From them – you get an aching head .

The pine trees braid their branches in a dome.

This perfume of moss is so well known!

I grew up here in the years when…

Ah, the grass has forgotten as well.

Lilacs… and the bees upon them drink.

Is their honey still that sweet again?

And is the sanctuary during thunder Still that beautiful?

Death-cups, they rise again their heads.

The dew, it dances so concealed on them.

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I used to gather it in pots.

I used to make a drik from it.

It made me sleep.

And I perform a ritual, the wild Strawberries withdraw to make my way.

A witch – the bear curled beside my feet.

The blanket of the night falls cool. The weeds, And the moon would swim within my glance.

Everything is like those years when…

It doesn’t really matter.

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The Embrace Of Trees In Yellow The embrace of trees in yellow, The window stares at the day.

On my bed, I hug my pillow,

Which guards my dreams that ran away.

The city outside - charming, merry; The sun - a dazzling symphony; A feeling extraordinary Brings a letter just for me.

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