Look at the flickering candles
And open a notebook with verses,
And what are we habitually silent about
In ellipses, read.
Each line has a little fire
In every letter is the excitement of love
The trail of a past day
That flashed and melted away.
In every rhyme - through time bridges
At every point - the breath of fate
And poems blossomed into flowers -
Inspirational insomnia fruits.
Infinity of dreams and separation
Napping in a bead of sincere words,
Heart quivering confused knock -
In the silk of vivid and sensual dreams.
Sit shut up by the fire
And do not rush to close the notebook.
In each line there is a little me
In each letter - a piece of the soul .