Amongst a billions of stars I can see nothing
Except for tiny little sparks that keep on shining
And weave a guiding silver threads through all the space-time,
From all the little children's heads and to the night time.
Thus from acknowledgment of world and all its marvels
Emerges more than mere facts or mere science.
Impossibilities which turn into distinctness
And into mercy grow up - the unforgivness.
I never knew a real love: the wise and silent -
And I may never know that one; behind the skyline,
Behind this curtain which, alas, envelops people
From time to time I notice world - extremely simple.
Behind the curtain
© Copyright: Алексей Фрадкин, 2013
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