Illusion

< Elena Urazova
Voronezh



"Come, crowding me,
I know not, but I do not remember the old. »
/ Bakhyt Kenzheev /

Coming in representing dreams,
He hopes people dedicate,
As luck believe, being on the edge.
And the world is full of self-imposed illusion,
Whose life light skillfully hides dirt.

Habitual craving for theatrical masks,
Are studied or thoughtless play,
On peeling paint scenery -
Through the wings of angels, demons figure.

And repeated in every generation -
Flying on the wings, marching upon the waters,
A reminder of the Fall
Come troubles dreams under the arches.

What past? Coming in fog.
And we wander in their own deceit.