To tell, you're dead?
But you only lived for a day.
How much sadness in a joke
Creator! barely
I can say
"Lived" - the unity of the date
birthday and when you
in my handful
crumbled, me
confused subtract
one of the two amounts of
within a day.


Then, that the days for us –
nothing. Only
nothing. They are not prikolesh,
eyes and food
can not do: they
on a white background,
not having a body
invisible. days,
they like you; or rather,
that can weigh
decreased ten times
One day?


To tell, that does not have
you? But what
in my hand so similar
with you? and color –
not the fruit of nothingness.
On whose tip
and so placed paint?
I hardly,
muttering lump
words, alien color,
have imagined that
palette could.


On your wings
pupils, eyelashes –
beauty Does, birds –
snatches someone,
tell me, this people,
portrait of volatile?
what, tell, your case
particles, krupic
It presents still life:
of things, fruit you?
and even fishing
stretched out the trophy.


maybe, you - the landscape,
i, taking a magnifying glass,
I found a group
nymphs, clap, beach.
Light you there, both day?
il there dejectedly,
at night? and shining
what it
vzoshlo on horizon?
whose it figures?
Tell, with which nature
he was made?


I think, What are you –
and that, and this:
stars, faces, of the subject
in you traits.
Who was the jeweler,
that the eyebrow frown,
He struck in miniature
them that world,
that drives us crazy,
It takes us in a pincer,
where are you, like the idea of ​​things,
we - the thing itself?


Tell, what pattern
this was Duden
you just for a day
in the land of lakes,
whose amalgam in store
store space?
And you - a chance to deprive
such a short time
to get into the net,
tremble in his hands,
at the time of the chase
plenity zrachok.


You do not answer me
not because
shyness and
with evil, and
then, you're dead.
then, dead if –
but each of God's creatures
as a sign of kinship
granted for voice
communication, Peña:
extension moments,
minutes, days.


And you - you are deprived
this pledge.
But, arguing strongly,
that's better: on
hell do be in heaven
in debt, registry.
Do not crush Well, if a
your age, your weight
dumbness worthy:
sound - also a burden.
incorporeity, than time,
you silently.


without feeling, не
lived to fear,
you veshsya easier to dust
on the flowerbed, outside
Similar to prison
with its suffocation
the past with the future,
and that's why,
When you fly on a meadow,
wanting to feed,
acquires the form
the air itself suddenly.


So does the pen,
sliding on the smooth surface
lined notebook,
not knowing about the
the fate of his line,
where wisdom, heresy
mixed, but the trust
hand tremors,
whose fingers beats it
completely mute,
not removing the dust from the flower,
but the weight from the shoulders.


such beauty
and life is so short,
join, guess
Wry mouth:
does not make clearer,
that, in fact,
the world was created without a purpose,
and if it,
the goal is - we do not.
Each entomologist,
for there is no light needles
and there is for darkness.


Tell you "Goodbye",
as a form of day?
There are people, whose minds
cuts shingles
oblivion; but look:
to blame
only that, that behind
they have not days
with a bed for two,
not dreams dremuchogo,
not the past - but the clouds
your sisters!


You are better, than Nothing.
Verneuil: you closer
and visible. inside
one hundred
you related to it.
In your flight
it reached the flesh;
and that's why
you're sutolke day
worth a look
as light barrier
between him and me.


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