Lips are nesting in filthiness, ready for breeding.
Creatures-words flow in sense and about to be born.
Time is hectic and hungry, still busy with feeding
on emotions. While Fate makes derivative turn,
all concerns bobble high and the prayers are falling
with exhaustive expressions of frowns on a face.
And the heart elevates its indefinite calling,
roams behind holly walls, where Soul crawls in maze.
Look behind and in front – how the peace is impassive.
Only razor-ray signs hold the secret of Life.
Living through as the gust of miraculous blessing
and inhabiting Sky with the hopes once to sigh.
December 3, 2007
Iouri Lazirko
Copyright ©2007 Iouri Lazirko
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