There are our thoughts in
Every sound and in every glance
Glass lilies’re blossoming in
The clear truth. Our advance
Is recalling us that we lived.
Recalling us that we breathed.
We was constantly waiting for May
And forgetting about the decay.
We were shone by our flame
From the minds and the hearts limitless.
But from human heavenly blame
Were removed the lilies of sinners.
We had bowed down the holly lines
And our glass tears were falling down.
It sprouted asphalt by vines
That were shining with darkness in town.
We divided the bouquet on parts
And covered by frozen chrome.
Fragile lily’s thirst of our hearts.
We will never revive at Home…
The greatest misery is to be happy in the past.
20 мая 2013 года.
The Glass
© Copyright: Эмуна Элиш, 2018
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