I missed greenhouses.
I’m grown up in ice.
I asked for strength,
got weariness instead,
forgiving foes,
evoked pity back,
and wishing love,
I let pain laugh at me.
My friends and family
enjoy the Looking-Glass,
the wicked – thrones,
the righteous – exile,
narcissus liars –
stellar fame awards,
the faithful rose –
the gravity of thorns.
The source of fire
has long gone. Just look,
my wings are broken.
I’m falling to the ground,
but day by day,
I’m closer to You, –
I have a chance
to meet You, what a joy…
June 22, 1999
Шанс на встречу. A chance to meet you
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