And in winter the birds want to sing,
And cats-before death to the owner to crawl...
If you've fallen out of love with the loneliness,
Put up for sale from the heart of steel keys.
The devil than in the snow people write prophecies
Type & quot;Ira plus Dima equals & quot; and question...
If you revel in solitude,
Then why do you need a wet, skinned dog?
And he knew that my sky was the color of violet,
My birds are above the trains, not afraid of the wires...
In typical five-story buildings two, do not need another light...
I want, for the first time in my life, to touch without words.
And in winter, birds want to sing...
© Copyright: Мария Филипповна Макарова, 2020
Свидетельство о публикации №120010303176
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