As if between the earth snd the sky
I am hanging...
And there's no any hook, nowhere...
I'm only - the light, running Through the space of Being...
Through the years...
And remaining in memory as a picture
On a strange photo - where I'm - a line...
How could I catch the Illusion?
The snowflake, which melts
On my palm from the warmth...
I'm warm, I'm - living...
I'm stretching to the living...
Sun in the east...
To its sincere rays...
I'm - feeling...
I - longly so - was flying through space
I am also - the Ray... from 'Me'...
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In russian:
http: //www.stihi.ru/2012/04/21/10353
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem