WHIMS MEMORY

< Inna Spring



The vagaries of memory
through the seven eternal music -
crystal
crumbs falling stars.
And time,
as an adherent tedious passages,
flows for a long time,
slowly, seriously.
Changing everything,
even changing the meaning ...
losing goal,
target benchmark.
Takes off the sun,
upadana down,
Behind -
knapsack-guard.
For step
step go with you to
future
and unrecognized already ...
And every modernist
under olden
store in their
rashristanny soul -
corsage
days and a ribbon of hope,
spring trail,
excitement flavor ...
To comfort what? -
you himself comfort such
the fact that for a long time
so there is no way back.