by Elvira Hutsman

In shades of film brilliance,

The eyes and everything around are shining.

Reality beyond your thoughts,

They were caught like rabbits.

Hypnosis of bright colors as if dancing,

In cinema, we are no longer us. These are others...

The colors are as bright as the sun.

And only death can be heard.

For in their radiance they find pleasure,

It's too late to fix anything.

It's not realistic, but it's chic

Like a bird that felt flight.

Bright world cinema

Put rose-colored glasses on them.

Gives a fishing rod for salvation,

Only one hope sees the brightness of thoughts.