It is autumn. Nothing to lose, nothing to reach for.
Can’t you hear the bells? Sound is covering the whole world.
Dark and stillness mess up with light of the lanterns.
I know you are here – my mind is still haunted with madness.
But I just can’t care: stay calm and silent inside.
Soon winter will come, it will turn our greyness in white…
One year, then – another. Time can’t be exhausted or tired.
But I can. Existed feeless I’ll float in depths of my mind.
октябрь 2008
Through the alley
© Copyright: Евгения Емелина, 2008
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