Стихи и рассказы в категории Magic. Читать онлайн

for my non-Russian friends
Your voice is like the echo of faraway spheres,
From the other side of heaven... beyond the usual measure...

The emptiness
And vagueness,
The absence of everything,
A pause,

Water runs too deep
When it's still.
You are made of fireworks

In a silver light
Your greatness flows like a river,
Attracting sweet dreams
And warm embrace.

The highness of the sky
Is something in between
The endless celestial heat
Of crispy stars