Collect your spirit and recall
The things of ours. It's over.
You have your own lane to stroll,
And I am just a lonely rover.
And there's no weep, no sound of cry,
No nasty day with rain and thunder.
But in midair - the subtle dry
Smell of the Past filled with my wonder:
How sky was blue, how dawn was pink!..
The day has come when every treasure
Costs nothing but the drop of ink.
Thus you forget that scanty measure.
Collect your spirit
© Copyright: Игорь Захаров, 2013
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