The shadow creeps secret sign ...

< Felix Komarov



The shadow creeps sign secret,
Tearing the wall, as the seam.
I'm on the bottom glasses,
I collect stones words.

"Wrap me himself.
You are my wings and hand.
That is called fate -
Copper penny from the purse.

The beggar God it picks up,
Throw in a jar destinies,
And the goddess would buy a dress,
If they have enough for bread.

Or maybe we like fish,
We swim in a vacuum,
Skirting lives lumps,
Not subject to vanity.

What are we to the gods and goddesses?
What are we to form the void?
Light draws many lines,
But all of them erase you. »

Shadow is silent, it is familiar to all,
What other say shadow.
And the nature drawn by,
Night out, the day is near.