The fragile feelings're scattered before us
As the transparent pieces of glass...
The car has dissappeared from the eyes,
But mix of splinters - under feet are lying...
Here the yellow clay, asphalt
And road stones -
Together are from wheels tormented...
And in the pool I see - the sky and clouds,
The distance blue, the rays of of shining sun,
The blinking summer heat
And the sun hares, tired,
In eyes of lifeless splinters...
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In russian:
http: //www.stihi.ru/2011/07/03/6887
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem