Edward Delug. A fragment of time in eternity, We ... (№ 388767)

A fragment of time in eternity,
We like you a pair of lovers,
Stepping as quietly as possible on the roof of the world,
To know that all pages of all books are clean.
Say, a poem should kill you
And only after that you will be able to write
But the word does not die, when spoken,
It only begins to live.
;In guidebook to the dark world should see the star.
Life is simple for the heart, beats it while you can.
Rain soaks the clothes
Silk cocoons of poetry, a new poetry...
Like a monk illuminating a scroll -
Fallen into the hands of cesarean wound foliage...
Leaves always sigh once
Their words are like shady rooms, soft silence
In it they come to weave in the phrase...
Opinion is erased...
Something stresses thoughts
Who grew up next to a naked nights
And weight, weary of my weight, it gives itself the sacred games.
Profile of night of the abyss flavor...
People are divided into two types -
Crazy crickets or wounded fireflies.
A type of person comes scattered
In a deep breath of Holiness
His nights weigh as rocks in the grass time.
;Milk spilled from the jar on the table -
It was as if something came down on someone else's territory...
The world is a big maze in the ruins.
And frankincense feeling harder swings a censer of rows
Uttering another fragment of prayer.
It gives understanding that the void which we crowded,
We can not wait.
She picks our black and haunt us brightness...
She finds the words that I speak only with us.
And our eyes melt and weep,
And we swim through the thaw to continue to live.
She asylum, those soft mirror
Where do we hide after tears.
On the beach of White Stones
Love revived al the poems in my blood...
And when I looked up, I realized
that page become like fire,
So then, let us go to keep our ashes.