The mirage is gone.
The desert sands –
A sea of moon dust
Under a blindingly blue sky –
Froze in a motionless wave.
There are only two colors:
The cobalt blue of the sky
And a pinkish orange of the desert.
The world of hope fractured
Like an egg shell,
And the remains of the future,
In all their transparent nakedness,
Lie resurrected
In a mound of broken bones.
The mirage is gone
© Copyright: Андрей Белл, 2004
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