|"We all are comets in a marshy sky,|
That trace the ways of those, who were before.
Infinity – is just another perfect chance
To capture cloudy birds of inky, solemn lore.
Sometimes we were drowning in dull questions
And store them in the chapters of the Life.
No matter how we tried to tear away those pages,
They can’t be cut out with a paperknife.
But still, we fight for rainy weeks in August,
Forgetting of our jejune ancient task,
And keeping memories of traveling through ages
We see the future in the laughs of dusk..."
(c) Alia Mayuri