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.