From the bottom of my heart
a mortal hope
descends alone
on the murk firmament
of omnipresence.
Its death
swells in melancholy.
The light drowns
in somnambulant darkness.
Adrift emotions
inhale the deep ocean
of ambivalence.
When a dream is shoal,
soul struggles
with own volition
drawing circles
in the maelstrom of despair,
creating tracks
for a falling star.
25 January, 2012
A falling star
© Copyright: Юрий Лазирко, 2012
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