Friday, 12 December 2008


(self-translation from russian)

in the trees the wind sang about everyone whom I had loved
throwing itself on the branches, it groaned their names out
lips were burning like fire and cheeks were ice-seized
i sat, the wind sang, we gave up to our memories
everyone walks away hiding traces in yesterdays
they ride dark gray clouds into lead-coloured veil
but my plane never came and my taxi was late
i sat, the wind played his tambourine like a shaman

autumn took me a prisoner without bloodshed
whirled me with a storm of red and yellow shades
yet i held it together yes i did yesterday
but today ---

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