Two Souls

Soul with soul in the light of the candles said One was open and gentle, the second... like talking... Only grey, only ignorance, bursts of anger.... "Forgive me... the first said, if I blew it... His love... and even unwittingly... But what could hurt, I don't understand... -Yes no-same... everything is fine... I love you too... I'm just sad... And candle light only reflected her sorrow, in her warmth as if they were shaking... Meanwhile there was a dark cloud of anger... He understood that there is no love... not understand what... What he did not, for fear of offending... But, unfortunately, we are blind, when we love much... can't see... Haven't seen it warmly giving his that she doesn't need heat... it burns... Her cold, January was looking for cold And he with his warmth... he's a piece of ice to snow... young... he was not needed... Tossed between heaven and earth... The wind white And the winter cold... the February Blizzard... And he fired her... frost... And I thought that love burns... How often do we more desire accept... Chalk the wind, and he warmth of his just killed her, trying to melt the snowflakes Not realizing that in the heat, cold, soft snow only became... in the piece... But his soul did not cool down... and Blizzard tried to Shine, to dispel the darkness... And only killed... Left in a snowstorm second... and didn't finish... and anger is not dissipated... the drifts between them... Left second... never ottaw... and icicles on eyelashes only leaving him... And soul freezing solid, hard crust... she breaks down... with the soul breaks down... and hurt... hurt... hurt... And ice on eyelashes is melted... tears... flowing into a wound on the soul and expanding the wounds... Soul with soul in the light of the candles said One was open and gentle... then... killed... 06.01.15 AKC © Copyright: Konstantin Achapowski, 2014 The certificate of publication No. 115010602425