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IT
WAS
AN EVENING
...
It
was an evening, an ordinary evening,
When
came your message - angels were singing,
The
melancholic demons were badly weeping:
They
found nothing in your writings, darling!
It
was an evening, a usual fleshless evening,
I
couldn’t stop my throat from literary bleeding,
My
hope of love was hopelessly dreaming!
Into
eternity the day that’s gone was sinking!
It
was an evening and I wasn’t charming:
God
was in perfect bliss and… dangerously kidding…
[29.01.1996]
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