Nothing passes without a trace.
The city which exhausted me.
I didn’t want to be late.
And clouds stretch over Saint-P.
It's impossible as if there was no the sun,
In the fog you can find a miracle born.
This city doesn’t wake up and doesn’t run
From the dream, we are not confirmed
Nobody comes in the morning
On the pretext of drinking tea.
In this city all time people are going
Not like people, but shadows should be.
Nothing passes without pain,
It is cold in the summer, it’s pity,
You fired me, remember that day,
From yourself direct to this city.
There is no life for lying and fun,
Every moment we are given for something.
You’re, of course, like as everyone, fine,
But again in Saint-P the weather is crashing
Summer 2018
Nothing passes without a trace
© Copyright: Марина Андреевна Шуст, 2018
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