Touch the Traces of the Truth
I have met you in the rain
Which has brought together us
In the city-hurricane
Made of stone, concrete and glass.
So invincible you seem,
But your eyes are full of ruth,
And they tell me – almost scream:
‘Touch the traces of the truth’.
Is it fear that stands behind
All your words that seem so wise?
Is it but a frightened mind
Building those walls of lies?
Do you hide your real goal?
Are you candid with yourself?
Is it just a crying soul
Trying to defend itself?..
But your eyes don’t have this art:
There’s a feeling I can see…
May be it’s your naked heart
Which is listening to me?..
Saying, with a usual sneer,
‘Bye!’ – you go to entertain…
May be it’s you own tear –
Under those of the rain?..
21 May 2011
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