A Pair Of Normal. Don't leave (№ 25498)

Night whisper the sleepy city.
The Windows are open, the lunar chip
Smoke, coffee, bitter taste in the throat.
Love - longing, heart with blood.
Calls - the tears, the thorns are roses,
The sand clock of dreams - stars.
Ground - to-air, people - forever.
Me, you, and the sign of infinity.