When nemotstvuet soul ... Bashny.Net

< Felix Komarov



When nemotstvuet
soul and in the mind comes word
and the silence is so good,
that finds it basis ...
When the illusion itself
chest pulsing lightly
not hating disliking
cuts from the heart forever.
Cold scalpel of agony
Death losses and separations
Life cuts a circle ...
and you know it will not disappoint.
Fool all but the soul
but she was from the cold or audio
nor utter ... but do not rush
it is like a bowstring in a bow
tugoyu zhiloyu trembles
threatens to break and ruin ...
and pain that sleeps quietly in the heart
still wake up the evil old woman ...
and cry ...
breaking into pieces your crystal base
and you go as the eternal Jew
wandering ... finding the word.