Hide under it and not breathe.
Just watch, light, feel ...
Thin leaves, smell of jasmine ...
I do not know how it happened that it was not divided
Eternity for shares, hours for seconds.
It was so sad that they shied teeth.
It's hard to submit a flow of fate,
Lare to laugh, forgive and meet ...
Plaintively looking at the world from under the cheek
The sun falling from the sky on the shelf.
No, not laugh, comes fingers,
As if he does not remember how to smile,
Heats the stainless sky with flowers,
It dreams and it is mnued somewhere with us ...
It will turn over, then once is calm -
Small, bold and ghostly warrior.
Well, and inside the brighter flare
So that breathing learned otherwise.
Here, and says goodbye, again on the sky -
ashes and feathers as soon as warmed.
Boldly, confidently falls in the stars
hot sun. Back will come back?
Sweeto pattern promised summer,
Autumn passes ... Wait a response?
Sorry so hastily say goodbye with any
loyal, gentle, relatives with their ...
After all, you grow up for each word,
What will remain - Kolts Surovo.
At night, you wish the tears of your salt,
feel? These are phantom pain ...
