The holiday is followed by the sadness,
Reminiscence must lead to meditation,
World’s noise and joy turn out to be the madness,
Since darkness lights the taper’s hesitation.
The soul takes off, is homesick at the same time,
Its emptiness is the result of surfeit.
As bitter remedy conceals the trace of datum
But takes way the sweetness of the profit.
The rapid change of anger, laugh and tears,
When blocks look like the thrones, it doesn’t mater,
To walk the tightrope who is volunteer
If mental equilibrium is absent?
The holiday is followed...
© Copyright: Валерия Суворова, 2009
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