I saw the anarchy of colors,
I saw it in my gloomy mind,
I didn't see you through that horror.
Perhaps I always have been blind.
I hear bewitching shocking music
I hear all those whom I have left
I do not hear your groan in tumult
Because I know I'm really deaf.
I'll speak to voices from my fancy
I'll tell them I'm exactly stumped,
And even they won't really hear me
I'm sure I'll be forever dumb.
I can't remember what had happened,
Can't understand what's going on,
I can't predict what I'll be doing.
I wasn't, I'm not and I won't.
10.02.2001
Absence
© Copyright: Светлана Воронцова, 2003
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