Fire

Before my dreams are turned to snow,
I’ll make a step into the light.
I’m sorry but I need to go.
I cannot win this wisdom’s fight.

In winter stream of my desires,
I close my eyes, so you may see
How hopeful thoughts grow dark through fires.
And here’s my life in misery.

This mode of leaving you behind
In moist and misty endless world
Is just a tear that I can’t cry,
Is just a soul that wasn’t sold…

People say that
We will die
On 21th December
Seems like it’s quite rightly
Oh! Finally determined
The day of death all over the world!

There is one schizophrenic idea
If someone is afraid to believe
And he can’t just relax

He can stop reading this
And any claims won’t be accepted!
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When I was in hospital in the reanimation room
I was about 50 years old
I was in prostration
I’ll try to describe it

Nine nights
I was walking...