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
