Hey, you… reading this letter
Sitting by table or laying in bed
Here from far away I can see you
Without ability to touch…
I put of a translucent veil of time and I speak at you soul
Such a well bred girl you were…
Such a well bred boy I was…
The life hasn’t crippled us yet…
And what the life is ?
Going slowly by an edge of razor blade, isn’t it ?
But you always stood away from these poetic ways,
Clever you…
( you can confess – not of courage it was, but of cowardice… )
Once I was a bird beholding in its flight everything beneath,
I remember there was one beautiful and gorgeous figure – it was you… And the music – there was this
eternal spring music – li-li-pam
And now I’m breaking the night – burning limestone
Standing on an amassed height – hearing the shrieks of choke
on a brown blackboard. It was, it was, it is...
Hey, you
© Copyright: Даниил Альтерман, 2010
Свидетельство о публикации №110050906369
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