Камеры Бабочек - Письма
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I so wanted to write to you -
Paper, ink - but all wrong.
Muddy drops on a notebook
It flowed quietly.

My eyes will draw February.
The cooled glass bursts.
Cracks slowly move into the distance -
The warmth will go out.

I know all this was with me.
Doubts of empty trace fades away.
In my reflections behind my back
The one who is not.

White steam,
White veil ...
You become dead
You become old.
The envelopes in a stack lie carefully -
Ten days there, ten days back.

They say something like that
To the one who completed everything.
Quiet in thought my pencil
Cool.

I remember the words everything in a row
I notice how the day ends.
And on the sheet, like a slow poison,
Tender shadow.

There will be little from these days,
Vain labor will go out the lights.
And voiced rings from durable chains
They will fall into the sand.

White steam,
White veil ...
I am getting paper,
I become a fire.
You just need to jump into the box irrevocably -
Ten days there, ten days back.

White steam,
White veil ...
I am getting paper,
I become a fire.
You just need to jump into the box irrevocably -
Ten days there, you can without "back".