Where are you now, my sweet one? The Earth was too rough, too heavy for you. I don`t dare to say, that I miss you. Deep gentle waters and stridently blue skies could not live without you, I can`t imagine them without you. “With” and ”out”. So light, so airy. You are always here, tough you are absent.
No words can describe you. You can`t be described. The religious one is hopelessly searching for epithets to describe God. And can find nothing.
There is a big hole just in the middle of my soul. The wind is blowing through it. It brings some crumbs of you. It breathes with you. It worships you the same, as I do.
Christin
© Copyright: Иммануил Вспылил, 2011
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