When you had downfallen book
On surface of the floor,
Where the heart lay broken,
When love lost realm of its dignity in full
And nothing could return it back unfortunately...
When every line in books or poem is mark
Of old feeling of prostration
By after-effect of the shaft,
Where you were thrown by negation
Of your dream, of your light temptation
To process of annihilation
In mergement, confluence as rivers
In one great flow to flood real,
Insuperable in its nature...
The thunder of the fall
shakes suddenly your nerves...
As ring of bell that tolls
of new life after all...