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

Demirina reads poetry. Mirrors. Mirrors. You won’t know how many are in them, You won’t dare to read it if it’s sealed with a strong lock! It’s 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 can’t 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 don’t 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