In the loving memory of passed away poems.
When the darkest age of civili-
zation have passed away,
The Vase of youth was broken.
In the moody times:
The Summer of love, -
revolution of hippies
It was all completely different.
I've seen the faces of those
who passed away long time ago;
they've sought through alleys slowly
Waiting for the Sun to shine.
I've thought of Vase as usual
When I went to shower.
The waterfall of blood and guts
Will forever change the future;
the struggle of adorable
saints who fight the Death itself;
everyday evenings with the Christ on the shoulders,
the enormous blueses of witches in passing trains, -
and all the listeners are not there.
The Vase of youth was broken,
As my grief for those who still alive.
Вахрин, 2022