How could it to this point have seemed so pointless,
So useless, so malign and so unfair,
Then suddenly explode and turn from joyless
Into a diamond, shimmering and rare?
How could it turn from dull and pain-inducing
Into this pure, intoxicating dream
Where precious moments feverishly gleam
With meaning that have always been illusive
And now so clear. I shudder as I feel
How fragile this newfound beauty is...
Forgive me - I remember now what's real
But make it last a little longer, please.
How could it...
© Copyright: Элиза Микаилова, 2012
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