Stay there, in the beginning,
where your watch is too slow
and you urge the time on,
where you still don’t guess
about the heavy curtain
which will divide you, playing,
and me, enjoying the show,
and which will blind your mind
searching for something
that has not been predestined
for you.
Stay there, in the beginning,
on the other side of silence,
were you, utterly deafened
by your endless monologue,
still can’t hear me breathing
over the book of your soul,
reading it void by void,
as quietly as the wings
started growing on my back…
Stay there
© Copyright: Маргарита Крымская, 2008
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