Mirrors Poem by Vladimir Frool

I leave your mirrors,
Catching has got tired shades at candles
Alas, neutral becomes as a haze
As the Milky Way behind windows of eyes

All takes place and past is clearer
When from a mirror will appear your image
Storehouse of another's insults, speeches
The witness of a life fair, but mute

When-nibud, let through one hundred years,
Other people will stand here
And someone suddenly will hear a word 'is not present'
But the word 'yes' it will wait again