A View from a Bridge

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I stand on a bridge when the sun is getting pale

and feel stiff sleep’s fingers trembling in my hand

and frenetically scared of all of my sins

I put smiling lipstick on my stiff cold lips


again I pretend me and you in heavens

I fade and I’m burning and dying in pains

but all this is hidden behind the blind masks

and put in glass fissures between words and tasks


today I was crying when all masks fell down

I lost all my treasures and a right not to die

now my world of fires and ashes and ice

fades like the colors all covered by dust


successful life and hours of summer

bold like a lipstick with ashes of fire

from face I’m erasing with shawl pure of snow

looking at the borders of a new coming world


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