Someone else's soul
...And after passing through walls,
I see desolation
In a room.
Cobwebs on the ceiling.
Dusky light.
On a window-sill
Blooming geranium.
Bright red geraniums.
Also - some apples
Lying slide
On the windowsill.
What will be here,
When outside
It will rain,
Look out the sun,
The winter will come?
I fear something
Accidentally spoil
And break the whole mechanism.
I hesitate to even take the Apple
And quietly leaving.
