Utterly blue is the heaven,
Cathedral is solemn, white…
«Circuses! Bread and circuses!»
Rings on the water grow wide.
The fountain’s spray is trembling
To set fragrant blossoms ablaze;
My mind is obscured vaguely
And floating with my thoughtless gaze.
A boy is so still, not focusing…
A stranger like me in the dew.
«Circuses! Bread and circuses!»
And heaven. The bluest of the blue.
Photos: Margarita Siourina