Birdie flies until the future
Time’s being, dawn is dead
What I am feeling? Dirty nocturne
Only stars scribe down so sad
Lonely strangers come to tell me
“Sun is rising, don’t you smoke?”
“Yes, that shadow goes through window”
That is only thing I thought
Midnight
© Copyright: Руслан Кайсаров, 2007
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