I am not panic.

13 Jan

Nothing is idle, nothing dynamic.
What is moving, is certainly not sonic.
Its catastrophe, fall of apocalypse
Her beauty,
I am taking deep breath, am not panic.

What shall I move, what shall I stall,
When I am blind, like a bird in jar.
Its time when everybody is crying.
Her beauty,
I am taking deep breath, am not panic.

Every body dies,
Gas chambers were not needed.
Neither bombs, nor planes.
It was you and me who did it.
Her beauty, with no head on shoulder, no arms to hold…
I am taking deep breath, am not panic.

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