The pale stars in my
eyes,
Lonely plays again
violin,
My net in the world of
the soul,
The world of the novel
his inspiration...
My hands in ink thick,
Sheet crumpled lies on
the terrace,
I will not give it,
You Muse of my
unearthly.
I will not give it,
You Muse of my
heavenly!!!
Inspiration...
© Copyright: Дмитрий Рудаковский, 2012
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