Nothing themselves without recognition ...

< Felix Komarov



Nothing themselves without recognition,
Wandering through the maze of words,
Search in the darkness of the beginning of Paradise,
But only hear the call of Hell.

And suddenly see clearly, simply,
With everything that you do not recognize,
Everything from birth through the churchyard,
And it was what you were looking for!

Himself saw in every thought,
And in each compression soul ...
Already ready to seek a trot,
To yourself, but do not hurry ...

Yes I am all that is, that visibly,
But as I and what is not,
And this face is elusive,
But the answer is hidden in it.

And if the answer was received,
That is nothing more to say ...
In the sky floating clouds,
And soon it will be colder.