I am not afraid to fly up
Several foots under the floor only.
The rope will keep me straight
And hair will be as usual curly.
Into the staggering limpid space,
Away from the colours of that one
I am transferring as going across the Universe,
Known, that my main earmarking is done.
Sniff at the inside of shadow,
Go across, go around,
I realized the essence of being.
Touch down. Touch down.
Surface of transparency is warm.
It is such inexplicable on taste.
I have to treat the illness of word’s search,
To explain how amazing is this place.
You could think, looking in my eyes,
It was hurtful event of that night.
Gathering yellow twists of the air,
You’ll be sobbing, not understanding I am all right.
Sniff at the inside of shadow,
Go across, go around,
I realized the essence of being.
Touch down. Touch down
Touch down
© Copyright: Ирина Дударенок, 2005
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