I will be an eternal wound in you,
and you will be my wound.
The bitter truth -
is time, because it plays on a bad trumpet.
I don't regret, that you are not with me,
in an outside volume.
But I save gold moment as my dream
(our common home forever too).
There is no lack of love for vulgarity
( it`s my statement).
Such a fate is a joyless parity
(it judges me).