Being in this room alone.
Empty evening takes my throat.
I can hear only silence outside.
And inside I don't find that even.
I'd take drugs if that helped, but it wouldn't. I don't ask you anything,
but don't have the answers either.
Things are passing like a movie, books are filled with empty pages.
I can hardly remember that romantic feeling, the feeling of a miracle
walking right next to me.
Thin matter, glazed shatters, winds blowing over the rocks.
Now you are giving the answers, that ocean brings the water.
The one I can not drink.
Just whisper something. Put those waves on the air.
Miracle was when I met you.
Still ringing and calling to me.
Glazed shatters
© Copyright: Леонид Сатановский, 2013
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