Зеркала. Зеркала. Стихи читает автор Демирина. Mirrors. Mirrors. Demirina reads poetry

Demirina reads poetry. Mirrors. Mirrors. You wont know how many are in them, You wont dare to read it if its sealed with a strong lock Its here, by the bottomless sky, that you choose your path, And on the firmament of the earth everything is written down in a meager row. And when the silver crumbles, the keys groan, And the sofas in the living room forgive their seaters, I cant help, but my eyes are drowning and drowning, Falling with dry eyelashes into the bosom of snares Mirrors, mirrors: and water on uneven walls, Along the invisible strings of the curtains to the pouring rain, And below, under the luxury of dirt, a stain with a boutonniere And the bride is not wearing white, but something I dont like Along the ridge of vertebrae someone s laughter and burning tears, Someone s evil snowstorms and the first Christmas ice, Spring thunderstorms arrived in time for the chilly May, And t