Clock
Please, don't have a look through the misted window
Like there's something to be looking for
There are only spoiled after rains riddles
Wrapped with beautiful bands in the store
Please, don't stare at that old faded picture
As if pictures have a soul to respond
There is only breathe to be addicted
For the strangers passing by frames of gold
Spring will come again with the bird's music
All the meadows will meet a new flock
Let's be happy of watching delusions
By the grace of that inaudible clock.
2.01.2021.
Clock
© Copyright: Руслан Арсененков, 2021
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