Spadająca Gwiazda, "Falling Star" by Witold Pruszkowski, 1884
The Descent
She falls, twisting, dancing in air
Choreography all of her own
The wind moves her like a lover
The rain pressing in, caresses skin
Streaking pale white lily arms
Roses blooming in cold
The clouds, insistent, surrounding her
Cover her in tiny diamonds
She twists, dancing down
The mountain, silently judging
Watching her pass by, falling
In whistling melodies
The sky, splitting, steps aside
She falls, twisting, dancing down
Waltzing to the Valley
The trees, catching her hair
Pulling her costume, rescue
Her tumbling pirouette
The earth, softly embracing her
Her descent is finished
The dance is done, complete
The leaves holding her
Cushion her head, comforting
And filling her resting palm
The flowers adorning her hair
Crowning her queenly, singing
Her story, awaiting her waking
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