We met him as a friend at the station,
and drank already for meeting on a hundred grams.
With one eye open after dozing for a while, woke up and said,
that it's time to go home.
We are in the twilight of the morning, as if thrown into a jelly.
The cold makes us shiver - we yawn in all our mouths.
The same poloponies people
wander towards, meeting the New year.
The snow swirled yesterday and melted today.
In the trampled yards of dross.
Go choke on last year's salad again,
and there's forshmak and vinaigrette.
Then friends will come to congratulate and gifts
give the kids, under the tree putting.
And again with January horses perestarki
our lives will be dragged around in a circle.
Next morning
© Copyright: профиль удален, 2020
Свидетельство о публикации №120010300965
Свидетельство о публикации №120010300965
Рецензии