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Cellular concrete...
It's cold but sun-lit.
Hundreds of hearts beat
In this
Monolith.
Hundreds of mighty storms
Are sealed between floors.
Grey concrete burns
Our souls'
Cloth...
Shadows are growing in lines.
Shadows are whispering times.
Eyes of colored lights
Look down from their heights.
Every window invites
To nights
Flights...
Concrete breathes with warmth...
Changing its iceberg-like forms.
Skyscrapers dress evening gowns...
Cellular concrete...
© Copyright: Александр Калинкин, 2017
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