(Из сборника "Курительница")
Magnetic curls of lingering and fate
May justify the softness of desire
They’re nothing but a guess
They’re nothing but a narrow lane
With mimics cut there treading spies
They moan they laugh
Engaged in sweet refrain
They dream of love
They sing with gentle vision
But everything in cold and narrow lane
Is just a thought of mimicked superstition
Magnetic curls of lingering and fate...
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