Sveta, farewell! New Year! Don't answer my reviews.
I didn't change my feelings. I didn't cgange my views.
But I don't want this fire burn in me any more.
Yellow dog loves the ground. Let fire be buried so.
Flame knows no way out. Goes through poems. Smoke.
Fun for spectators, but for us only pain and groan.
I had a great reaction, but this convulsion - no,
I don't need this eruption. Useless indeed. And wrong.
Sorry for my invasion. Sorry for the burnt roads.
Sorry for application. And for unreal rose.
Only for what no pity and no excuse - I say-
It is for double triple quadro - that all remains.
Sorry for double sorry. Tear for doubled wet.
I will be your best reader - You are my great poet!
Death of the year as always. Snowy blizzard death.
I wish us real bodies, souls, and love, and wealth.