The day, to which I have been brought
By thousands memories and wishes, is here..
And there is nothing so malicious,
But glance of yours, that I have caught.
Your veiled eyes.. so glare as youth,
Those bottle-holders of persistence,
The curtained borders of existence
Reveal by steps the ugly truth.
The day, that perfectly remembered,
When I was privately deceived,
Its force now is to be conceived,
My thoughts entirely were scrambled..
07.07.2013