Remedy...
The compartment is full of people...
Their eyes are tied up with black ribbons.
The headless eagle bites the door of the cage.
It was so long ago...
And the years made me weaker
Without your enliving courage.
Look here...My hands became thinner-
The result of a foolish promise
To follow an endless road to somewhere
As usual with no ticket.
The compartment is full.
Remedy...You aren't here.
I don't know the final destination.
Maybe I'm indifferent?
My chains lay near on the sit.
Remedy, when the train stops
I have to be complete.
A strange stream of thoughts
© Copyright: Евгения Воронцова, 2007
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