When I look into your eyes
I see divinity and truth;
I see a soul -- a bird that flies
In sky, so innocent and pure...
But it's a shadow, just a dream...
A blunder of unpractised youth...
You are a ghost. Mirage I've seen;
I've never had with any use...
Just fly away and do not bruise
My quiet life, I've lived before...
You're not the one, to whom I'm used,
So, do not knock -- I've locked the door.
Николай Николаевич Порада. 20.07.2009