Widows - owls!
Fyodorov Sergey Fyodorovich
About widows - owls
No one writes ...
Live
In their own tragedy
Like in a hollow ...
Widow ?
Tear-stained wet
Sour ...
Grief - bitter
In the eyes in the face
And in the soul ...
Happiness and sorrow
Grief - bitter
Widow's black
Gray hair ...
they 're behind something
Crossed out
In brides - widows
Not alone...
... But happiness is exactly the same
Sometimes
the husband comes ... suddenly appears ...
he too ... too
Out of everyday grief
As if ripe
Burnt oak ...
... let the young be young ...
... But the smoke of grief
Makes something different out of us ...
widow owls !
And from you
They will grow - the oaks
The green ones ...
Widows - owls!
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