Couple of winter hours.
Windows stop showing us
Doubtlessly and, thus,
Tea is a hot. Enough.
Couple of hours and down
From a cloud to ledge, among
Branches' plexus coloured in brown
Stuck like fox's tail with no sound.
Breath is so ease and deep,
Where to fall is steep,
And eyes only darkness meet,
There isn't a "but" in me.
You hear me breathing, don't?
Ain't in a hurry caught.
For you through all heart uproar
To get what I really watch.
Couple of winter hours перевод Пара часов зимы
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