I looked into the eyes,
But I met no other views
And the double enfilades
Duplicate mirrors.

I strove with line and word
Anchor the passing moment.
But instantly a captive face
Fading away to burst out new.

I was afraid, having learned - to forget ...
But there is no oblivion in striving.
To burn forever and be -
It is necessary to tear the links without sorrow.

I'm captivated in overflowing dreams
In curling circles
Shattered in reflections
Lost in the mirrors.

Maximilian Voloshin.