One winter eve long-long ago
when I was a little child
I asked my thoughtful tired Mom:
"Mum, shell I ever die?
And what will happen to this world
when I go below ground?
Will live these trees and stars and birds?
Don't want they to go down!!!
Will all this go along with me
right into my new shell?
Or maybe it will disappear,
like dying down bell?"
Mom thought a minute
and then sighed
and said exactly nothing.
That eve was moonlit,
clear and bright...
It seems to be still lasting.
One winter eve long-long ago
I asked my thoughtful tired Mom...
And yet I have no answer.
Incompleteness
© Copyright: Павел Ничков, 2009
Свидетельство о публикации №109020202834
Свидетельство о публикации №109020202834
Рецензии