I didn't see you
not the slightest reproach...
life is short in a dream,
it's like breathing with your right lung.
All the ropes to me
stretch, all the cobwebs.
& quot;Breakfast on the grass & quot; Manet...
a little scandal...
Hitch
our life. We're in a dream
we fly into the planetarium...
in the black star sleeve
there is something in the touch of the charit?,
Ah, and this is night and snow,
this is the moonwalk,
dark bottom and white top
in our pioneer past,
these are the angels of Jogging
they ran past the Windows,
it was sung by Victor Tsoi
on his last breath.
Life in a dream
© Copyright: Эмма Тимуровна Сысоева, 2020
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