WINTER NIGHT
Night has fallen to a snow -
The most white and pure.
I stand grown dumb,
Become silent,
Tired
Alive …
Like, it should be terrible,
But Pure Children's Ideas
Smile to eternity
Together with me …
The door will be opened,
And in white silence will leave:
The shoaled Rivers,
Burning down Heavens.-
Will read a pray,
From a head a photo will take off,
Will long-long look
In blue eyes from blood …
Can, an inscription on a forehead:
« Doomed to like in a coffin
These rivers frozen,
Heavens, burnt in a bone »
To me will tell - will show,
Will tell fortunes on thin ice -
Why on the Earth
I - the unbidden, uninvited visitor?