I’m in the doldrums and my eyes have lost the glitter.
It doesn’t matter what has happened with my heart.
The one, who’s sad, the one, who’s broken up the pretty,
Will never pour again his soul in the life’s cup…
The thing, that’s constant, is too sweet for the confusion,
It always makes me not believe in brisk of cold.
And I have told so many times life from illusion,
As the unsure man has betrayed his life and soul.
I haven’t ever seen cold comfort, haven’t chosen,
But rosy day is slipping out right from the place…
My mind is restless even if I’m getting closer
To the eternity and to the modern space…
24.02.2003
Eternity I m in the Doldrums
© Copyright: Антон Ли Круковский, 2003
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