You live at Planernaya
And I — at Teckstilshiki,
And it takes us one hour to meet.
But there is a thread,
That is firm and invisible;
Power current runs inside it.
This moment we are lying
In our bedrooms
And uselessly trying to sleep.
But calm…
It runs to far uncertainty,
Because of each other
We dream…
Telephone is tempter,
It’s like a sneer.
It attracts, promises comfort.
It is very dangerous to go near,
It’s impossible to get your want.
People can’t forget their love,
Although they are busy
Daily problems. I am glad,
If you begin to smile,
Even if you feel alone.
The invisible thread
© Copyright: Evgesha, 2000
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