I did not think,
That it would be so easy,
To leave this world
For ever and at once…
I just came up,
Threw open the closed window,
And suddenly fall out
To the highest clouds…
I soared above
The white sheet of the nebule,
I flew and gradually turned to gas,
And finally
I could relax my soul,
And not to struggle any more with emptiness,
And not to suffer,
Not to feel so madly…
And falling down
At least the hundredth time,
All thoughts and dreams
Of my deep wounded soul
Typed into puddles on asphalt…
I was afraid
of that last shortest moment,
To see the native body
In the raw...
But once I didn’t give a hoot about it,
That May day
Having opened the closed window
I have gone...
I don t care...
© Copyright: Асмолова Екатерина Александровна, 2009
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