The shades were lying down on the wall,
The shades from hands, as two disfigure birds.
They did infringe the silence after all,
Like sound of the deep unspoken words.
They flapped at height and froze as sculptured ice,
They stopped for moment, letting go the evil,
The evil thought in everybody's eyes,
That is the worse in our life unheaval.
Into smithereens is broken glass,
Without shout are an inexpressive faces.
Uneven steps on burned out grass
For us became insuperable traces.
I can not recognize them strain my brain,
My memory is only running water.
They left me all with biggest boundless pain,
For life today, I will not give a quarter.
In from of me is nothing I can miss,
I am alone, like I was at the birth.
Nobody's fault that I am so remiss,
That cannot find my faithful place on earth.
Shades on the wall
© Copyright: Ося Некрасова, 2007
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