Here you will find the Poem Creative Work of poet Valery Yaklovich Bryusov
The shadow of uncreated creatures Flickers in sleep, Like palm fronds On an enamel wall. Violet hands On the enamel wall Drowsily sketch sounds In the ringing-resonant silence. And transparent kiosks, In the ringing-resonant silence, Grow like spangles In the azure moonlight. A naked moon rises In the azure moonlight... Sounds hover drowsily, Sounds caress me. The secrets of created creatures Caress me caressingly And palm shadows gutter On an enamel wall.