...
How easy is to
conceal our shames behind...
Windchill is howling in my veins,
as on the windows of these trains...
Soon your beauty is going to be over:
your prime...
You turned my wild wings to a homing pigeon
I was baptized in your nectar...
I cannot live without you
without you by my side, in my heart...
In the even scales
of fangs there are no mercy...
The timbre of a crying dog burning in the...
unpleasant like unknown...
We photograph a flower
paint it, versify it, turn it to a piece of art...
No acceleration in the falling speed
of a feather oscillating...
- How far should I go before I arrive?
- All the way...
I did not just fall in love with you
I remembered you...