I was someone… or that was only vision?
Just wooly image in the window frame
In glassy darkness shown me a smile-fiction
My phrase returning me again…
The endless night keeps in its deep amalgam
Imprinted the prophet of ruthless doom.
Framed in the pane he’s talking to his sample,
Telling obituary without a sound, but whom?
Was I someone?.. But there left nobody
Inside myself I could speak with.
Just lifeless echo answering me loudly
On any question, even this…
So, when I called I had no answer,
When I was sleeping no one came,
There only misty ghost I stealthy glancing
I was someone will never be again…
13.01.2006
A Reflection вольный перевод моего Рефлексия
© Copyright: Тимофей Сель, 2006
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