And so it happened.
Finally it did;
Could not express what felt,
At most I wrote, and also write
For to escape from memories.
Today,
No matter how I've tried,
It didn't happen,
But what did
Is that could not get rid of it;
Get rid of ash of hers.
Tried to explain myself the meaning,
Attempted to reveal the sacred words,
But all I got was
Meaninglessness
Of my trained words and thoughts
I used to send by mail,
By pigeons,
By words,
By people,
By ink!
What I felt, experienced, believed
And now I'm grateful,
No!
I'm happy that cannot do it.
So long I have been trying to get rid of
Feelings, memories, believes
And now it's time
To stop delivery.
And so it happened
© Copyright: Александр Снитко 2, 2016
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