We’re someone & somewhere. We’re going to trip.
We try to find answers, but we hear goodbye.
Injection, fluorography, scalpel, one week.
And somewhere someone sometimes will die.
All’s simple & silly in our last days.
We’ll see ourselves & we’ll think that’s enough.
And those will be lucky on heavenly place,
Who’ll go to the heaven with somebody’s love.
And somebody will bend above our eyes.
“White” tear will drop – it will start of a dive,
We’ve lived for this moment. So, where’s paradise?
What’ll follow us to the heaven to our new life?
Andrey V. Zakharov (28.05.2009)
Fluorography
© Copyright: Андрей Захаров, 2010
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