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
Copyright © Alexandra Nik | Year Posted 2013
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