My name is Iceberg. Please, don’t try to touch my heart.
Don’t even try to understand me, who I am inside.
Because I easily can hurt you with my mortal breath,
This can be your last dream full of the verted stress.
My name is Iceberg. Sometimes I am so full of tears.
My life is deepest ocean with the gulf of tease.
I understand myself like nobody, who is alone in comfort,
This cruel system shows me how to guard my life fort.
My name is Iceberg. Just frozen soul is in my muscled torso,
Don’t send me messages like “S.O.S.” by Morse.
Don’t try to light me, I'm just the lifeless white snow.
If you're too nearby, you'll see the parting show.
Iceberg
© Copyright: Намиг Фатуллаев, 2010
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