There - & nbsp; beyond the horizon's edge
With a long serrated border,
The sun will disappear, squinting sleepily,
Buried in the clouds head.
The last ray of the sun will be shed
Dawn of December (s)rskoyi on snow,
As if he would smile sadly
Saying goodbye to a loved one.
Now how many of them, who also
Gone until tomorrow,
However, a new meeting of our
It won't make me happy.
Rising, past days of vision,
Before the eyes of the internal crowding
And Ty, like the morning shadows,
Weave memories the script.
And a distant smile
Sad reflection of the soul
Wanders in their twists and turns unsteady
And dreams sums up the Mirage.
Beyond the horizon
© Copyright: Алла Николаевна Гордеева, 2020
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