The latest breath - the world is over,
Your life is here, near you.
I wouldn't write another novel -
I wrote this poem. Yes, I knew,
That god in heaven wouldn't help me,
I drew myself on broken sky,
It was a dark sky. It was rainy,
I was as careful as a spy.
So, can you see the falling tears?
You ask me: "do they want to fall?"
Oh, yes, they are the volunteers,
It's nice to see them playing role!
And can you see the dying creature?
It did a lot of crazy things.
Yes, I am crazy, it's my feature,
The life is showing me its stings.
And now, my friend, look at the clouds -
Some clouds can run very fast,
They are enormous! They are proud,
They were the people in the past.
Goodbye, my friend, and let's meet later.
But... can you see that bloody knife?!
You hate yourself, but do you hate me?
We have to damn the modern life...
Novel
© Copyright: Ксения Гузова, 2004
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