Boris Red. (№ 153751)

Thank you for everything. For the quiet.
In the light of the stars, arguing with the darkness.
Thank you for your son, for his wife.
For the music thieves behind the wall.
For thank that's a bad guest,
I'm still pretty well received.
And cloak in the hallway drove in a nail.
And the whole world put on my shoulders.
Thank you for poetry for children.
Not for attention at all, for patience.
Over the autumn. For bad weather. For the sins.
For this unearthly compassion.
For God and his angels.
For what the heart believes, the mind knows.
Thank you for nothing
such do not happen.
For everything, for everything. For what can't
grief remembering to live beautifully.
I before life in painful debt.
And only the death of the generous and silent.
For everything, for everything. In the murky dawn.
Bread, salt. The warmth of their homes.
For that I thank you all
because you can't hear a word.