The stone reflects the brightest lights
Yet, it's indifferent and silent.
Along invisible straight lines
Beams slide and disappear in darkness.
My words are pretty much like beams:
They touch the high, prolong by sound,
In playful game exist for a while
And disappear without traces.
They come to burn and shed some light,
Reflect the world and die forever.
The stone reflects the brightest lights
© Copyright: Валерия Ливина, 2007
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