let me teach you to breathe...
Let me teach you to breathe,
Very slowly... on the exhale.
In the morning we'll leave
This cemented and terrible jail...
...Old janitor swears -
She sees only blood and some bile.
So I am explaining:
"The body is only the vial,
Now broken, so it spilled on the floor...
She ignores me. She must have heard it before.
So quiet - I hear the sound of snow...
Dear God, don't let others know
How badly she wanted to live...
And I prayed:
"Отче наш, Ты всегда справедлив..."
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Ирина Фетисова-Мюллерсон 19.05.2009 02:33 Заявить о нарушении
Интересно, что у жизни много путей, а конец всегда один...
Ирина Фетисова-Мюллерсон 19.05.2009 16:38 Заявить о нарушении