Moments with mrs. J.

(:)

The chime of a new moment.

 

Does it lead to a downfall? To a victory?

Does it bare glory, or, a sword?

I do not see it's face;

I only know the breeze of encounters.

 

Moments with obscured faces fly,

Fly like birds from another world,

Forward, into the circle of life;

How am I to freeze them in their flight?

 

Zinaida Hippius

Done