Отклонения, лирически и прозаически
[ A vision ]

A flock of easy birds
resembling fluffy words
is creeping up the sky
while letters try to fly.
And I am dancing wild
enjoying rhythm mild;
reflections fill the eyes
of never reasoned vice
and ever asking self
of how to conquer wealth
that mind provides alone
when raised up to the throne.
Then wildly waving fist
towards that sky in mist
where all those easy birds
became but unheard words...