Mixture

It needs so long to cry a river. It takes too much to bring the Pain. As postman never knows receiver There's no point further to sustain This gorgeous number of skyscrapers, When each of them is based on clouds. Only the fleet of huge icebreakers Can bear crashing down all doubts. The 'outstanding', 'cheap' or 'priceless' - We all are here to measure Path, However, when it comes to 'brightness' All argues always end in wrath, All changes always end in violence. Don't look for Truth beneath the scenes. It has been made to guard the Silence And born the awesome children - Sins. The greatest puzzle of Existence Is how to Think but not to Judge, How (overcoming the resistance Of sludge and bitter taste of grudge) To gather soul's bits and pieces And stitch the armor for you All From dust, from mourning and diseases, To learn in them at least to crawl. There is a sense in every picture, There is a Cross for every line. And each word's doomed to be a mixture Of tremble, overcome and tine. 2.02.2013. NikA