I'm in a dusty pile of names
People long forgotten by me,
Suddenly found the one whose dream
He inspired me sometimes at night.
Confused and confused.
Again, memory is to blame!
Proud and free,
She's swaggering over us.
Comes at a moment when you don't wait,
Like a cat, he lies down on his knees.
Not called like January rain,
Descended without explanation.
And begins to stir
That could never be forgotten.
And forces you to drink again
Which seems to have been drunk to the bottom…
Again rain knocks on the window,
And it flows smoothly by gravity.
The shower and the room are dark.
Could it be because of the wet Windows?
The treacherous dream of yesterday!
Obsessive and scrupulous.
There, in the dusty pile of names,
One was forcibly hidden.
In a dusty pile of names...
© Copyright: Андрей Владиславович Дьячков, 2020
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