... If you're off... if you're away...... Vania Sofronieva

... If you're off ...
if you're away ...
Strange desire.
Invisible fibre,
invisible particles
beautiful birds fluffy gray touch.
Trembling body down ...
.. Become deaf-
I hear the silence.
Blues by the magical
sounds small voice of the night.
Wails pierce the darkness.
Halves soul.
Divided hearts. ..
Halves of debt. ...
So much away ...
Scream from the air dry lips.
Love for the unborn,
ruins of palaces
Va.Sofronieva