ACCIDENTAL WORLD
Oh, this strange and accidental world,
Where perhaps we know
Who we should be
But scarcely know
Who we are.
ONCE YOU'D GONE
Once you'd gone
the day turned into a dry maple leaf
dropped on a desk of the second-hand bookseller.
Nothing is left in a room,
no one - in the whole world.
AFTER WAR
Girls in the brothel are stylized
as the enemy soldiers,
so that the clients have got
an additional singular feeling
apart from sex.
IS NOT IT?
Is not our life too short
to come to a conclusion,
any one at all,
which a new traveler could start with?
BEYOND RECALL
It was a good time
But that life has gone
And is snowing outside.