Victory of many tears
it's a holiday - on blood.
many fates have disappered,
and did not live up to love.
Epaulets at cemetery -
tombs in silence stare at us.
"we are dead, and you are living" -
they tell us by their glance.
We are - quiet, like all the prophets,
you are - noisy, like school class.
We have graduated from life
but we see you from above.
we are in the light, feel easy.
like a brink lies between us
but you, too, will soon come here,
probably in paradise!
Victory of many tears
© Copyright: Елизавета Судьина, 2015
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