What hides the water – opened by the skin
untouched ever by the scissors bleeding
that interrupted penetration sin
anticipated by the one who's feeding
silence with unheard scream
which falls like gold that buried in the autumn.
It snows and cold inside the heart of him,
man looks like me inside a mirror water.
The stars are stupid tiny shiny things
that reach our eyes with light that changes nothing.
No dirt in holy. No one blessed in sins
and all around is ordinary “something”.
But how can I compare? What does it mean?
From where this grief for unexisted autumn?
It snows and cold inside the heart of him,
man looked like me, inside the mirror water.
Inside the mirror water
© Copyright: Коля Каин, 2006
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