You were so close to me the day before.
The fate’s too strange… The one is like a girl,
playing with people as with puppet dolls…
It is impossible to see what for
the fate had pushed us face to face again
on the dark corner of the empty hall
if our contract’s firing in the stove
of the red heaven. And a caustic pain
is burning through the heart. There was no choice.
And leaving was the question of the time…
The chain of episodes sealed awful scars.
They are the endless loud tongueless voice
of the souls’ foibles. Why wasn’t I allowed
just go away two months ago? What are
these trials for? Why could not I then stop
this madness, why, the Loveliest Beast? I’m tired…
14.06.2024
The irony of fate
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