“Two...”
Two seagulls fly above the Earth
Two loving hearts fight gravity.
They've watched how fragile tiny dove
Fell dead beneath the cliff.
One seagull cried, - another laughed
One lived reality, another – myth.
One questioned other:
“What is sanity? ... -
How many lives we've got to live?
Before we reach destructive grief? … -
Before we truly know what to believe? ... -
Before we die… before collapse?”
And seagull whispered:
“Imagine - someone you rely on breaks…
All your beliefs and dreams… -
Against an old, and cold, wise darkest cliff! ...
What would you do? …”
And other seagull wept:
“I’d be insane, I’d lose fortune, I’d lose a clue, I would be torn apart, I would be ripped in many micro crystal pieces… -
I'd throw myself from that immortal cliff… -
I’d Do!!!
I’d fall asleep forever in the doom!
And I would watch my spirit flying over to the moon… ”
The other seagull sadly looked
At one that’s dead…
And kept on flying silently…
The sky was grey.
And there was no regrets.
And outside was May.
The sun was coloured in the cherry blood.
Two bodies have been buried on the road..
The one of seagull.. And the one of little baby dove…