Madness
Fyodorov Sergey Fedorovich
Madness
Conducts nature
Curves the riverbeds
And trembles
In the seas — in a wave ...
And ... thoughts
Scoundrels
They take everything
Our peace ...
Cities are orchestras
Steel roofs —
Asphalt ...
Rain knuckles are breaking
As though
Someone is walking on the roof...
Giants in stories — they can
Run across the roofs...
Their spirit is the wind,
From the droplets
You can make streams.
Someone — after all —
This — on the roofs
Must be doing it,
Mustn’t they?
Madness
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