Heavens changed into steady emptiness…
Once the world feels its own outage,
There’s no nonsense and no excessiveness,
While the Sun, rising up unhurriedly,
Penetrates into us so tenderly,
Turning in a pale clot impliedly
Drops the shades on the paths so slenderly…
Gravitating each other, nevertheless,
We hold out from the vague trepidity
In a quiet and ungiven tenderness,
Still defenseless in own quiddities…
Wishing got uncovered, non-counterfeit,
Still we raise the walls of safe steadiness
No compares or appraisals do have their fate
In beliefs, and values of happiness.
We ignore the lines with our madness
Fighting wildly for own spaces…
There’s a horde of reasons for sadness,
One’s the snow ripples on our faces…
Age of heroes sank into oblivion
Wish we’d learned again just to live it on...
© MVS