Ольга Ступина - Время
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Time moves slowly in the body of the universe
And the earth for him is a clock dial,
Metal knocking through thin veins
Makes a pulse of dead soldiers

Time of small wars and great discoveries,
The time of power over God and the power of labor,
People in the Utal Ark in the Flood of events
Waiting for their nominal years

And other fools, in a hurry, die
Under the fanfare of heroes and crying trumpeters,
Passing by the gates of boarded up paradise
Suncuses of red January nights

Well, time does not wait, time is torn to the attack,
Drives soaped black horses,
Leaving the embossing of the family sign
Under the decrees of streets and squares

Time licks firing flags with fire,
Chopping heads, imperiously puts on the throne,
Circle the hands of a clock like small magicians
In the palm of the best magician

Destroyer of worlds and hasty decisions
Time builds at home and builds bridges,
Time requires new victories and achievements,
On the graves of the dead, putting the crosses

Metal clang, clicks
The chimes are given a confident fight,
Yellowness of bones, white protocols,
Stained with bard holy water

Time viciously stripping off fake masks,
Quarters his unworthy pages,
Breaking out of the bunker with a shining fairy tale,
Poking with fingers in the windows of the sixth floors

Time terribly punishes those who are not in the leg,
Time rushing in ahead without halves and sleep,
Hey who blocks the road there!?
Away from the road, puppy ...

The time of the February sun smiled at him
And beckoned to the open window open,
Unnoticed and inconspicuous remained
A pair of wings lying on the dirty floor ...