My Old Guardian

My Old Guardian

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  • Prompt: MY OLD KEEPER... My old Guardian, you have lived for many centuries You've seen the Sarmatians and you know where the truth is, where the lies are That's how winter used to breathe frost. And the persimmon Moon was ringing in the sky on a branch... My old Guardian, tell me an ancient myth About the white horseman. About how the young Skiff fell How the blood on the snow turned into an Iranian poppy, The hot horses sped off into the midnight darkness... My old Guardian, drink Shiraz with me , Let's be silent, and then you will continue the story How the white wolf blizzard was looking for a trail And howled at the blue mountains until dawn came down My old Guardian, tell me a secret - Why are these strange shadows coming and following me? The Sarmatians are harsh, the Scythians from the far wilderness At night I hear the beating of their hearts and the call of their souls... Old friend, you've been silent for so many centuries... among the bright constellations, you keep my gift tenderly...
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