XXX
At that moment
I might admit my mistake
for the first time.
And I will be
too lonely
and there would be nobody
to cry for.
Everything is a quick fake
in the heroin delirium.
I will forget the last replica
that life is still waiting for
and by doing so
I will definitely dismiss myself
out of the game.
XXX
Disappointment is like glass.
Too transparent.
We see quite clearly and alike.
One through glass,
the other through the same pure tear.
It is like rain,
it is as if last year.
Difference is only in the sound.
At that moment
in the noiseless flat
there were raindrops urgently
banging on the window frame.
Everything repeats itself.
Just –
tears are making you mad
by falling silently on the glass of disappointment.
XXX
We will be.
We will be beside each other.
We will be for each other.
Until one day we start
to wane.
Near each other...
To each other...
We will not be...
So it goes...
XXX
Morning was colourless
like eyes of an angel.
But during the day
God poured slowly
his favourite colour
into it.
Everything went according to the plan.
Night
was completely black.
Summer III.
Summer has got
an autumn costume on
pathetically
reciting
its winter soliloquy.
And sadness is clapping
as if it was for life.
Statistics
Once you will be born.
Once you will love.
Once you will lie.
Once you will keep forgetting.
And in the meantime
you will be dying
not once.
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A Fairytale about the Future
Once upon a time,
there will be
a country
full of angels
one day.
And we will not see it...
XXX
It was so soft and quiet
inside us
in the same way
as when it snows.
Then it started freezing
and someone
sprinkled roads
/towards heart/
by salt.
In order to save us from slipping…
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