The Silence is outside, the Silence.
Like treasury of loosing truth.
Moon lights with melancholy kindness
Some yellow leaves and lonely booth.
I touched to Emptiness like handle,
Like shores of my unending thoughts.
My dream has burnt as if a candle,
The sticky cloud of others worlds.
The Darkness is outside, the Darkness,
Black blanket for the sleepy kid.
Long fussy day's last in a harness
And noone wanted to compete.
The Cattails are outside, the Cattails,
Mischievous guys from drunken doom.
There are nobody here fatals
But only colors in the gloom.
The Silence is outside, the Silence...
The Silence
© Copyright: Юрий Розвадовский, 2008
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