Pavel Kogan. (№ 257525)

Oblique, rapid corner
And the wind cutting her eyes,
Perelomova willow
For a land falling storm.
And thunder announcing spring
She rang on the grass,
With scope to knock out the door
In swiftness and toughness.
And down. To the precipice. Downhill.
To the water. To the arbor of hope,
Where so many wet clothes
Hopes and songs flowed.
Far, maybe, in territory,
Where my girl lives.
But, pines of peace series
High power swinging
Suddenly suffocated in the bushes
Fell a brood of young daws.
And the people came out of apartments,
Tired of dried up grass.
And again quiet.
And again the world.
As the indifference, like an oval.
I since the childhood did not love an oval!
I since the childhood angle to draw!