love?

love?
Fyodorov Sergey Fyodorovich
A tired man's heart
From the wind of days and years ...
It trembles with gray leaves -
And suddenly
You !
Before me ...
And in your eyes
Is there a secret?
... sometimes
In a campaign and a saber fight
Your hand gets tired ...
You raise your eyes ...
In the sky, there are
Doves !
White doves, not whose
Clouds .
... and so bored
Loneliness ...
Service blood and horses sweat ...
Suddenly -
You ?
And in your eyes ...
You -
Something
Want ?
- All to hell !
- I fall to your
- Feet !


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