I see the sharp smooth sparkling blade
Is sliding lightly cutting
My world and values that I laid.
It ruins what I started.
And all my threads of strained nerves
Are tearing throwing out
Its harmful splashes. So it goes
When wrath is tired to shout.
Though I get free and find some rest.
My pain is falling down
And from above like from the best
Comes harmony to crown
This azure coolness that dissolves
Red flame of indignation.
Like waves of water it involves
And brings purification.
I see the sharp smooth sparkling blade...
© Copyright: Ольга Малиёва, 2006
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